Magical March Abracadabra
Abracadabra — See Scattered Pieces are a Whole
Paper Poetry Prompt for March
Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Claus. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don’t, who will? ― Jon Bon Jovi
The stars twinkled, in her heart’s sky
Where she treads blithe,
Petite soul, stories they hold
When her father sings her lullaby,
Stars are fragments her mother scattered
When she danced with the fireflies,
Pieces she gathers to make it a whole
Always, ends up in sordid plights,
The face she cannot recall
She — boogy cheeks, all of five,
Takes a flight to the imaginary bind
Conjured from dead frames, they alight
Years passed, came honeyed air
Firefly lanterns way to the wild,
Soft dew landing on adolescent hair
From a distance a star smiled,
Whoooosh
It was time to hold hands
Make promises of eternity,
Grabbing dreams from sky’s earth
’Twas time for maternity,
She felt a prang novice to her flesh
Missed a hand like never before,
Who will soothe her throbbing nerves
‘n’ say, “ You are okay, just let it go”
Doctors, medics fought a tough battle
Sweat and scream filled the l’r room,
Father outside, held a young anxious hand
Wishing, it would be one wise and old,
Her creation, star fragments they made
She held her close and felt the warmth,
Standing by the mantel, the frame she gazed
Echoed her mother — she held in her arms,
Her father cried to see his love come back,
In form manifold O! so Grand,
Her inner void in a spur vanished —
Abracadabra
The Sorcerer’s wish — our command!
What goes away always comes around
If we surrender to the wait,
Letters in our name flow down the cosmos
When we learn to keep open our mind’s gate!
My Corner:
Abracadabra. Safely my favourite word. Magic, my favourite place, holding on to which we cross the river-o-reality.
Today’s poem stems from the concept of dead people becoming stars, as a child’s feed to handle his/her darkness, void created by loss of dear ones.
But if we put our faith on a bigger cosmic design, things come back to us, may not be in a way we asked for, but in a way we can only be grateful for.
So, this attempt to write one ‘atmospheric’ abracadabra.
Had to accept Lubna’s invite to create around this Hebrew, much celebrated vocabulary, which means ‘I will create as I speak”. And I wanted to use this phrase in some way, hence the Haiku,
“Words and magic were in the beginning one and the same thing, and even today words retain much of their magical power”― Sigmund Freud
abracadabra
i will create as I speak
ah! Poet’s delight
But, how can you leave a Paper Poetry submission without a twittle…my lousy second attempt, for Carolyn 😊
That’s the thing with magic. You’ve got to know it’s still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you ― Charles de Lint
Hold your breath, close your eyes
Listen to the cosmic hum,
Abracadabra, wizard waving magic wand,
Oh! see the spell has begun….
Thank you Lubna Yusuf for the thoughtful abracadabra-invite.
Thank you Indubala Kachhawa for this seemingly-easy-but-not-so-easy prompt.
Thank you Suntonu Bhadra Carolyn Hastings Indubala Kachhawa and Paper Poetry for this space for progressive creativity.
I enjoyed Mia Verita’s take on the prompt: The-magic-of-words.
Dr. Fatima Imam Priyanka Srivastava Somsubhra Banerjee Raine Lore Selma eager to see what Magic you create!
Thank you everyone for your visit and engagement, much appreciated 🙏
