Magic.

Magic.

A Chapter by Debbie Barry
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A poem about creativity.

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Magic

 


October 11, 1988


Deep in the night
The magic grows
To fill a world
That has forgotten.


The magic stirs
And spins a web
Of dreams and nightmares
For a sleeping world.


The magic waits
For those with power
To tap its wellspring
And learn.


The magic sleeps
Under the daylight,
But in moonlight
The magic rules.


The magic is of a time
When men believed
In the powers
Of the human mind.


The magic grows
And goes untapped
By all but a few
Who remember its power.


The magic grows
And will engulf
A world of men
Who have forgotten.


For my mother - you share my gift of the mind, or I share yours - you gave me the magic every day of my life, concealed in reality - you gave me the freedom to dream.




© 2017 Debbie Barry



Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 19. Initial reactions appreciated.

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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI



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I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..

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