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This poem is a spell

My niece
scrambles on the floor.

One,
she plays with tupperware shapes,
banging the star into its container,
enjoying the bright colours,
the texture of unmoving plastic,
as she puts them in her curious mouth.

Two,
she lunges for wooden blocks.
The colours less bright than tupperware,
but still she bangs away,
she likes the sound, the clatter,
as a castle crumbles.

Four,
she grabs at plastic letters
her aunt has positioned on the fridge,
knowing these are the things in her books.
She is greedy for them,
she is learning,
the letters are easy.
Being understood,
to be herself,
not easy at all.

I am her aunt,
the girl who loved spells,
spelling, mainlining words,
like others took drugs.

I wonder
Will she be a mother
one day
Or maybe
closed or closeted
in words
or without
wordless
in a room
or without a view.

I do not pray
But still I wonder
What is the point?
How do we learn to spell?

Why, when a wordsmith mentions of
mum, dad, anna, hannah,
did you know they all are palindromes?
a nervous giggle might transpire,
an irritated yawn,
why – when words should inspire!

This is my spell’s point.
Language erodes
We have replaced the magma of wonderment;
knowledge has fallen to googling
We have forgotten the ancient spells.
In my bone marrow I know words fail
Yet some have depth, resonance, truth.

I wish to use my body as a mouth
For my niece,
for all children who embrace technology,
aware of words,
succumbing to their power.
Indeed, cleaving for awareness
and a conscience,
this poem is a spell

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I’ll defer to Anna Quindlen, of The New York Times: “People who are knowledgeable about poetry sometimes discuss it in that knowing, rather hateful way in which oenophiles talk about wine: robust, delicate, muscular. This has nothing to do with how most of us experience it, the heart coming around the corner and unexpectedly running into the mind. Of all the words that have stuck to the ribs of my soul, poetry has been the most filling.”

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Comments

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestabout 5 years ago

    beautiful shot……love the expression on her face :)))

  • KarenSue – I know: how gorgeous is she! She’s a delight inside and out :)

    – msdebbie

  • JonoCarrick
    JonoCarrickabout 5 years ago

    his is a beautiful shot! Wonderful colours, sunshine and joy!

  • Thanks dear man! The strength of the primary colours in her costume is a pretty great fit for her blonde blue-eyed beauty :)

    – msdebbie

  • Sammyss3
    Sammyss3almost 5 years ago

    Very nice happy and fun. Her hair, the back-ground, the outfit, All fab. Ss3 xox

  • Thanks Ss3 :)

    – msdebbie

  • madvlad
    madvladover 4 years ago

    the angel landed
    now hold her heart
    till the years
    tell of her part
    hold this angel
    with love
    close or loved as an art

  • Thank you gorgeous man!

    – msdebbie

  • Teacup
    Teacupover 4 years ago

    Just gorgeous – a super girl fo sure. xx

  • Thanks Alison xoxo

    – msdebbie

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