Listen.
Lightly listen.
At the pause of exhalation,
For the feather-tongue sweet whisper,
That draws in with inhalation.
For the glass-belled incantation
Of tiny charms that bind to air
And spell their invocations.
For the still-chiming enchantment
Ringing out it’s fluid influence
Which lures your fascination.
Magic, barely seen,
Always,
Hear.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Magic’
“Expression 
Pingback: magic moments – PoetryPix
Love the way you draw us in from the outset with Listen (reminds me a little of ‘Under Milkwood’)
these lines really ring out
“For the glass-belled incantation
Of tiny charms that bind to air
And spell their invocations.”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! I must revisit Dylan Thomas once more rather than leave him lulling and humming in my unconsciousness.
LikeLike
I have the audio tape
LikeLike