Caught in the Becoming of You...

PAD Challenge two-for-two-Tues:

• Write a realism poem. A poem that is rooted in the real world. Or…
• Write a magical poem. A poem that incorporates magical or fantastical elements

No abracadabra will bring you to me

No wand can rearrange history

Nor can I fold with a wink of my eye

Miles gaping cold between you and I

No spell can force from your lips thought unheard

Laughter and love are not tricked into word

Black-scarlet cape, the illusionist’s cloak

Cannot obliterate horrors we spoke

Night is a deep velvet hat, but the years

Cannot reverse where its dark disappears

Thought-blood of sorrow is not red, but blue

Its potent river unscathed by voodoo

You are unreachable, no hex or charm

No metamorphosis manifests form

Ethereal harbor of mystic appeal

Time’s transformation from real to surreal

I’ve never touched you and yet you become

My every whisper and deed I have done

Darling, you tease me with echoes; your kiss

Ravaging eons of what no longer is

I cannot gather you nor hypnotize

That which is bent on streamlining your sighs

Yet here in my hand your threads tremble, gold-gray

Waiting to weave your corpus; Yesterday

© Janet Martin