Weekly Feature

I Believe In Magic

I stood there

barely

naked

a naked tree in winter,

no leaves

no buds

no blossom

nothing

to relieve the bare branches

not even for Christmas

when so many trees gleamed and glittered

with berries

and baubles

sparkled with magic.

I stood there

barely

waiting for the magic.

I waited

and waited.

And then

I woke

to find myself clothed,

a green leafy garland

snaking

all around me

leaving empty shoes

Now I believe in magic.

I hope it hasn’t walked

away.

Magical Child

In this strange new world

it’s hardly surprising

that a strange child

has slithered it’s way

through the dark passage,

the secret tunnel

that others have feared to enter.

In this strange new world

such magic is normal

and unsurprising.

So come to me,

magical child

and we will

find new secrets,

new passage ways

to a different future

and spread magic

as we breathe.

Both Poems first published in Blognostics, June 2018

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/