The Magician

The Magician

His conjuror’s talent
she’d smiled eyes at.

He’d flourished
the fabled magic words,
just pronounced each one
a little bit wrong.

Didn’t replace anything
he’d used,
even with white rabbits.

Now, behind the curtain
he devours
every word she spells,
his wand redundant.


9 responses to “The Magician

  1. I find this extraordinary – your talent with metaphor is outstanding :)

  2. “Provincial ham let figments strut
    While stuttering beneath his breath
    “Wh-wherefore art thou Juliet?”
    His sad performance died the death
    Outrageous fortune took the blame
    While it was she who took the bow”

  3. Nice piece. Wonderful language.

  4. Tres bien Holly! I’m liking the metaphor.

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