Items in My Closet
For day 22 of Poems in April at 'imaginary garden with real toads' we are asked to write on one of several pictures offered from Shay's Word Garden. This one appealed to me:
Items In My Closet
A blotted page of arcane symbols (discarded) as shelf lining –
advanced mathematics: one kind of magic, yes, but not mine.
Pens from the schoolroom: bare nibs, for dipping in
magic inks to inscribe my preferred symbols: letters.
An old fob watch my Grandpa left me, on which
when I was young he taught me the magic of time.
(The typewriter he also left me for writing my poetry –
my magic – was much too big to be kept in the closet.)
Before I cast a magic circle, I clear the energy of the space
with a bundle of smoking sage, wafted by this feathered fan.
Oh and those red petals? From a bunch of roses
a lover gave me on a magical night; for infusions.