Magic

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’

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