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Casting Spells
Walk with me
through these shorter days
of imagination's edge
Everyone will know
how taken I am with you
because my gate swings wide
at the mention your name
I'll cast you a flash
of Sweet Autumn Clematis
from nature's bureau
Houses in the countryside
become quiet white ducks
squatting and writing legislation
Near the pond
molting trees are shedding
thick as evening fog
I learned to shape spells
from their burnt and blemished leaves
while casting for daisies, a farm
and a migration of wings
in October to help with harvest:
Wheat. Corn. Caravan seeds.
And you, a mighty elk I could touch
surprised I could come that close;
thankful you didn't attack
Out to the lower field
we lean into sunset
help death see her reflection
of red-orange rouge
I cast for you
a military of met expectations
when seeking something that shines
I cast for you
a congress of cooperation
and the ability to name Anything
that dips in and out of your sight
with little effort of flight:
Butterfly. Bumble bee. Bat.
And me; the girl inside the girl
wishing for a daisied-farm
that won't manifest beyond dreams
no matter how firmly I cast
~
through these shorter days
of imagination's edge
Everyone will know
how taken I am with you
because my gate swings wide
at the mention your name
I'll cast you a flash
of Sweet Autumn Clematis
from nature's bureau
Houses in the countryside
become quiet white ducks
squatting and writing legislation
Near the pond
molting trees are shedding
thick as evening fog
I learned to shape spells
from their burnt and blemished leaves
while casting for daisies, a farm
and a migration of wings
in October to help with harvest:
Wheat. Corn. Caravan seeds.
And you, a mighty elk I could touch
surprised I could come that close;
thankful you didn't attack
Out to the lower field
we lean into sunset
help death see her reflection
of red-orange rouge
I cast for you
a military of met expectations
when seeking something that shines
I cast for you
a congress of cooperation
and the ability to name Anything
that dips in and out of your sight
with little effort of flight:
Butterfly. Bumble bee. Bat.
And me; the girl inside the girl
wishing for a daisied-farm
that won't manifest beyond dreams
no matter how firmly I cast
~
Published 29th Sep 2018
Author's Note
For J, with Love 💜💑
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29th Sep 2018 7:38am
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29th Sep 2018 2:44pm
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29th Sep 2018 2:45pm
Anonymous
- Edited 29th Sep 2018 11:10am
29th Sep 2018 10:10am
"Houses in the countryside
become quiet white ducks
squatting and writing legislation"
As usual, your ability to craft words into beautifully amazing phenomena steals the show.
But is is the heartfelt writing that ends with my eyes tearing up over the little girl inside the girl; I want nothing more than for her daisied farm to become a reality.
Spells are supposed to work because of a precise formula utilized. Maybe she will eventually stumble upon the correct formula, if not someday memorize it from an ancient text.
She is, after all, a girl inside of a girl, with her whole life ahead of her to learn such things. No one expects her to be immediately successful at her Wishcraft.
Certainly not I, who stumbled through the dark yesterday, feeling as though I was incapable of accomplishing anything grander than washing the dishes, writing a poem or drawing a sketch.
I at least washed the dishes because I had to.
As for the things in my life that I want to do and have, such has never come easy. Yesterday was a day of digging the hole that they never would so deep that it has been and continues to be a struggle to climb out of it.
And as children grow into adults, believing in magic becomes harder and we grow tired of trying and weary from failing.
I hope the little girl inside the little girl doesn't give up trying.
As tired and weary as I am, I'll keep trying too.
I Love You. 💜💑
become quiet white ducks
squatting and writing legislation"
As usual, your ability to craft words into beautifully amazing phenomena steals the show.
But is is the heartfelt writing that ends with my eyes tearing up over the little girl inside the girl; I want nothing more than for her daisied farm to become a reality.
Spells are supposed to work because of a precise formula utilized. Maybe she will eventually stumble upon the correct formula, if not someday memorize it from an ancient text.
She is, after all, a girl inside of a girl, with her whole life ahead of her to learn such things. No one expects her to be immediately successful at her Wishcraft.
Certainly not I, who stumbled through the dark yesterday, feeling as though I was incapable of accomplishing anything grander than washing the dishes, writing a poem or drawing a sketch.
I at least washed the dishes because I had to.
As for the things in my life that I want to do and have, such has never come easy. Yesterday was a day of digging the hole that they never would so deep that it has been and continues to be a struggle to climb out of it.
And as children grow into adults, believing in magic becomes harder and we grow tired of trying and weary from failing.
I hope the little girl inside the little girl doesn't give up trying.
As tired and weary as I am, I'll keep trying too.
I Love You. 💜💑
29th Sep 2018 2:43pm
29th Sep 2018 10:48am
Really enjoyed reading this, Ahavati - a beautiful moment's peace. And now I'll go and make the coffee for 'elevensies'.
29th Sep 2018 2:46pm
30th Sep 2018 3:19am
Your wording weaves bewitching imagery! Such magic that spawns from the call of the heart... I am in awe for not the first time.
30th Sep 2018 4:55am
30th Sep 2018 3:36pm
"Everyone will know
how taken I am with you" > and it's a beautiful thing to see <3
Autumn... the season of changes, the season of inspiration...
The imagery in this piece is stunning, Ahavati... in awe!
how taken I am with you" > and it's a beautiful thing to see <3
Autumn... the season of changes, the season of inspiration...
The imagery in this piece is stunning, Ahavati... in awe!
30th Sep 2018 5:37pm
30th Sep 2018 8:36pm
30th Sep 2018 8:38pm
I love this unique autumn piece, I like the romantic scene you painted in words, at least in my mind, reminded me of childhood trips to the farm in autumn, a rare treat for suburb dwellers, but so very memorable..
2nd Oct 2018 1:01pm
Thank you, PoetsRevenge. I've always enjoyed seeing my work through your eyes. 📝❤
