adventures in dysthymia

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Magic, a poem

Magic

‘Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.’ ~ Frida Kahlo

I stand spot-lit on the stage,
creating illusion. Look at me
and suspend your disbelief.

Maybe I am magic. Maybe I am
the dream you used to dream.
Let your eyes follow my deceits,

as I conceal more than I reveal.
Did I put it here or there?
No, it is in neither place.

My lovely assistant carried it
offstage, as every other night.
The audience will always cheer.

Stephen Brooke ©2017

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