Bette Bavington Poet Roundel

Looking Out My Back Door

In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
Can you feel the adrenaline?
Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore.
Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before.
The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
It's not on some distant shore
It's within
My neighbors field called paladin
Under the sycamore.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins.

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Jenish Somadas December 23, 2019 at 4:55 AM ##Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before. The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.## Your imagination is magical.. Good one.. Bette Bavington December 23, 2019 at 7:18 AM Thank you, Jenish. I drive my family crazy with my magical imagination. I see something in everything around me. I hope you have a great Merry Christmas.

Robertina B. December 22, 2019 at 10:52 PM I absolutely enjoyed your write, Bette.. You penned a magically exquisite poem!! Filled with wonderful imagery.. The magic definitely keeps us going, my friend.. Blessings to you! Bette Bavington December 23, 2019 at 6:17 AM Thank you Robertina. I am glad you liked it. I hope you have a great Merry Christmas.

M. L. Kiser December 1, 2019 at 11:05 AM "Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore. Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before. The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.' True magic write. Bette Bavington December 1, 2019 at 12:30 PM Thank you. I see magic in so many things. It is what keeps my imagination and creative juices flowing.

Mystic Rose Rose November 30, 2019 at 12:46 PM I love it when a poet is brave enough to see the magic and write about it, lovely poem, Thanks for sharing dear Bette Bette Bavington November 30, 2019 at 12:58 PM Thank you. It is always a special treat when things come together. I hope you had a great Thanksgiving.

Caren Krutsinger November 30, 2019 at 2:08 AM Magic is afoot. I hear the faeries and elves calling for us, Bette! Bette Bavington November 30, 2019 at 6:42 AM I am always up for an adventure. It is what keeps us young.

Matthew Anish November 29, 2019 at 7:18 PM Magical verse! Peace & Love Matthew Anish Bette Bavington November 29, 2019 at 7:25 PM Thank you. I am glad you liked it.

Eve Roper November 29, 2019 at 2:12 PM The magic does begin when you look out the door with fresh air and what will come by and also see. Nicely done, Bette. Sorry for your loss; I can not phantom every loosing a child, almost did once and I felt I was going to die. I lost my husband last year and even then was heartbreaking. Bette Bavington November 29, 2019 at 2:38 PM There are no words to describe the loss of a husband. Your are In my prayers. I am glad you liked the poem. I see magic in a lot of things. It help me see life in a different way.

Janice Canerdy November 29, 2019 at 1:12 PM Whimsical and entertaining poem, Bette. Janice Bette Bavington November 29, 2019 at 1:16 PM I am glad you liked it. I hope you are having a great Thanksgiving holiday.