I only ever write about magic in poetry,
on the page is where it can find a home.
Because the magical, mysterious happenings of the
everyday nowadays
don't exist.
They are filled with endless realities, not infinite, possibilities are cut
short
like the end of a black cat's tail.
But my tale, did begin with some magic --
a miracle child, born when no one quite expected it,
living on a tank of hopes and beliefs which my father
went round the hospital, collecting in a jar.
The teddy bear next to me sang me a lullably of two withes:
Jaadu and Junoon*
together, they soared through the night sky,
sprinkling madness into the dreams of adults and children everywhere.
And last night, I had a dream that I was Harry Potter.
I was dueling Draco Malfoy; we had to beat the record of 172
hits made at a target by Lucius Malfoy.
Draco ended up falling off the stage.
I made 870 hits.
But then the teddy bear woke me up,
screaming,
off key.
Jaadu is a Hindi word meaning magic.
Junoon is an Urdu wor meaning madness.
Today’s Prompt:
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.
