Best Spell Is Broken Poems
Far above a timbered valley --
High up on a mountain peak --
The beauty of the day surrounds me
As I listen to the breezes speak.
Serenity caresses my soul --
Gentle winds tune each leaf they touch --
Until a symphony is heard
By senses not attuned to such.
I question the source of this artistry.
And, as resonant chords the winds pursue,
Lyric breezes sing their songs
And flood my mind with thoughts of you.
So, I listen for a voice in the wind --
As I wait for your spirit to pass by.
When I reach for a hand meant for me
The spell is broken by a sigh.
Now that the wicked witch has left the room….
Alice…in Never, Never Land, with clouded brow, and foggy mind, stares through the looking glass at the flames of autumn falling from the maples trees.
And…as she watches this ballet of little fluttering fairies in flaming gowns of crimson, amber and gold, she REMEMBERS…yes…she REMEMBERS… that world where she once lived.
She remembers a time so long ago… when with unclouded brow… she danced with those flaming fairies and laid down with them when they fell to the ground in the backyard of the house where she once lived with her mother, father, brothers and sisters.
Where are they now, she wonders?
And in that moment….she sees their smiling faces and hears their laughter as the aroma of that magical autumn so long ago, returns obliterating the smell of antiseptic and death.
A smile slowly creeps across her weathered face as she realizes, SHE HAS ESCAPED.
BUT THEN…the door opens………………AND THE SPELL IS BROKEN, for the wicked witch has returned.
TIME FOR YOUR MEDICATION, ALICE…she sweetly croons, as she pulls down the blind.
Author: Elaine George
Written: September 4th, 2014
Meeting Van Gogh…sonnet
the wheat-field, blond as a Volga German milk maid, heat
intense and in the shade of a demanding olive tree I saw
grumpy Van Gogh, glaring at me intruding on his painting.
“Sorry for the scooter it is electric blue and doesn’t fit in,
pretend it is a donkey free of its leather harness.”
The vines, deep green leaves and fertile soil, soon there
would be grapes, mostly dark cerulean, an army of wine
to come tempting souls into surrender… liquid pleasures;
and the narrow road snakes amongst fields like a black
mamba hunting grey rabbits in the meadow.
I have the afternoon sun in my eyes, a cooling breeze
on my back; and then I drive off the road fall amongst
thistle and thorns and the spell is broken, look around
but only Van Gogh witnessed my disgrace.
The child, now sleeping, loudly snores.
The nightlight shines there on the wall.
If you could peer under the door,
The sight awaiting would enthrall:
It seems the toys have come to life!
They are engaged in no mere game:
A toyland battle to the death!
The superheroes are to blame;
The men in green have few troops left;
Their losses heavy in the strife.
With Duplo blocks, they barricade,
Regroup their forces there behind.
They inventory their grenades,
Make mental notes of where they've mined,
Prepare to meet their tragic end.
Magneto rises from the floor,
Unleashes his attractive beam;
The troops let out a racous roar,
for they are plastic, it would seem,
thus to his will they do not bend.
A team dispatched to try and flank,
To scale the chair, come from the back.
But Hulk awaits them like a tank,
Behind a pillow, sneak attack.
The spear is blunted, further thinned.
The captain, knowing things are dire,
Determines he will save the men,
and laying bare some lamp cord wire,
he challenges Magneto then;
His sergeant understands and grins.
Magnetic forces back in play,
the soldier runs, flips the switches.
The predator becomes the prey;
Magneto, arcing current, twitches:
a turning point in this grim war.
The flash of light wakes up the child;
she bolts up, eyes now open wide.
The spell is broken; meek and mild,
the toys, inert, lay side by side.
Her head back down, again she snores.
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So that's an ABABC DEDEC tail-rhyme, and kind of a fun one!
Even though our time is just
A moment here and there
To me you’ll never be
The average everyday affair
I know I’m just a picture
In the memory of your mind
The girl you keep a secret
The girl you leave behind
There was a time I’d lay awake
And dream of you and I
There was a time I wanted more
There was a time I’d cry
For love is never easy
When it’s given just by one
Love is never easy
When for him it’s just for fun
Love is never easy
When you think that it’s for real
But when the spell is broken
It's not love, but lust you feel
Your dreams diminish one by one
Illusions fade away
And in their place reality
Has come to have its say
So now I know the secret
To a passionate affair
To just enjoy the moment
To live without a care
To take each moment as it comes
With eyes now open wide
But always with your secret love
You just enjoy the ride...
The drum, the drum, the Druid in the East
The daylight shattering the glass of night
Behold the mead and cake that form the feast
Behold the glorious blessing of the light
The blazing gorse flames yellow on the hill
Bright shafts of sun surround the Druid’s head
She comes, she comes, my daughter liveth still
Released at last from fathoms of the dead
Her eyes are purple crocuses, her hair
Is woven through with wood anemones
She shocks the eyes, her presence is so rare
And strong, as hyacinths upon the breeze
She wears the sun a-shimmer on her dress
In folds of drops of snow and celandines
And, as befits she with the power to bless
Comes riding on a stag of seven tines
She speaks unto the awed and silent crowd
“I come” she says “I bring the fire of life
I come to cast my seeds on fields ploughed
To quell your hunger and relieve your strife
I bring you daylight from the depths of hell
Where I with Hades am forever wed
Of Christ and Dionysus I shall tell
In sacred stories of the risen dead”
The crowd are stunned to silence, robbed of breath
She came, she came, brought winter to his knees
Defied the dreadful tide of dark and death
To bless the ground with shoots, and trees with leaves
The ancient Druid offers up the cup
The wine of her libations there to sip
He bows his head, as down she stoops to sup
And touch the cup upon her rosy lip
And with this act the sunlight floods the sky
The spell is broken by the touch of earth
And Demeter runs forward with a cry
To hold the maiden that she brought to birth
The seasons come, the seasons go, and all
Shall rise and fall and fade and reappear
And Spring shall once more answer to the call
Of Hades at the dying of the year
But here, by mother love and heat of day
Persephone is made a child again
To run upon the hills; to dance and play
And plant her flowers in the world of men
© Gail Foster 2016
All was scary as we crouched down to wait,
In the shadows for a victim chosen by fate.
T'was supposed to be a holiday of misery,
But apparently, my heart has chosen another story.
At the stroke of midnight, a spell is broken,
A spell of family, one of women and men.
But why with this spell I choose to bother?
For 'twas not cast by a fairy godmother.
Ever since youth, we've only had each other.
Our sympathies were only for one another.
We were together, through fear and loneliness,
You and I, were each other's happiness.
But now you have her, and the spell fades away,
The end of our co-dependence might as well come today.
The spell on our carriage, after all, can't last forever,
One day it'll no longer be you and me together.
Should I be glad that you finally found
Someone other than me to whom you are bound?
But when that day comes; when I'll have to lose you,
When that time comes, I don't know what I'll do.
To gaze into a campfire at night
And see nothing…
For the common man
Is an impossible feat
For one’s primal brain (not unlike a moth)
Is drawn to the flame
And will command no less than
A front row seat
One’s mind can but wonder
When one falls under it’s spell
When one stares into and ponders
It’s magic movements and smell
In the flames can be seen
The genesis of dreams
The maker and creator
Of all things…(so it seems)
A refuge…a respite
A genie’s lamp, an omen maker
For the disparate…the desperate
The giver…and the taker
The sparks become comets
Tracing pathways in the skies
And leave tracery of lace
E’en behind lids of closed eyes
The pops and cracks are the heartbeat
Of this strange carmine creature
That we can only gaze into…
and fashion faces familiar
In the mordant glow
Of flames that but glimmer
Pulling one’s gaze to coals
That grow dimmer
The glaze leaves one’s eyes
As the fire leaves the light
And the spell is broken
with not a word spoken
Dreams and mem’ries
Rise upon ashes so light
And waft away gently
‘Til far out of sight
Ah, The pleasure
Nay!…more like the treasure
Of gazing at leisure
Into a campfire
…at night…
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift.
And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when its rose colored glasses you wear.
And its grief you experience because even so you still care.
So stop and smell the roses, feed the soul, sooth the heart.
A new day has dawned and with it a new start.
When the magic spell is broken. - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 11/3/2009
How can it feel that one true love
Cause as much harm as this?
Tis not the fault of the lover’s heart
But because of the unremarkable bliss
Love can be met in other ways
Than one sees with the eye
But sometimes those other things
Make our insides die
The heart that is absent from the lover’s grasp
Where the warmth cannot be felt
Is like the earth with no sun and the fish with no sea
And the cop without his belt
Alas, the spell is broken
While the lovers lay side by side
Nothing but thoughts of happy dreams
And no angry thoughts to hide
But soon divine love will show the way
To an everlasting peace
And forever eliminating such treacherous times
And the absent heart at ease
Leaving the restaurant, needs time alone. He spots a tree just outside the garden.
Too many people around, tired, frustrated, sitting to think. Damn!
Someone is coming out from the building. Hopes whoever it is does not notice him.
Pained cranium swells
concrete jungles unknown steps
Angers selfish mind.
Really does not want to be bothered, not now. She walks slowly, shoulders bent,
fatigue shows.
Wanting to leave. Held in place, he watches. What keeps him anchored.
Draws his attention.
Time worn silhouette
Curiosity saunters
Mounts with each aged stride.
Soft music wafts gently in air. He a college student and she's old, life spent.
In gardens center she sways. The spell has been cast, mesmerized.
She glides, graceful and dreamlike. Who is she waltzing? Dance of fantasy or memory?
Ages wonderment
Hypnotic vision behold
Questions unanswered
Movement catches eye, turning sees young man in uniform, who smiles and nods.
Heading for garden in long sure strides. The dance of lovers lost commences.
Loves apparition
Picturesque enlightenment
Shocking disbelief
What he thought was worn and ugly, is changed. In awe frozen, a beauty to behold,
enchanting youthful wonder.
Miracle of sight
Transpired past echoes
Perfection shining
The spell is broken when final note plays. she's falls to the ground,
lifeless she lays. He frantically runs to her side. Holding her hand,
She smiles, serenity on her face.
Illusion shattered
Misgiving fearful ending
Calmness caresses
'Look beyond outer core to find beauty within' She says
'Life beholds many wondrous things.'
Slipping into her lovers final embrace she leaves him. With wisdom shared.
Final enchantment
Dieing words forever linger
Answers precious kept.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17.2010
HAIBUN FORM
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift.
And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when it's rose colored glasses you wear.
And it's grief you experience because even so you still care.
So stop and smell the roses, feed the soul, soothe the heart.
A new day has dawned and with it a new start.
You never planned for this day, that love could go away
You never planned for this day, that love could die on on the vine
You never planned for this day, that love could be temporal
because in your heart your love was divine
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift. And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when it's rose colored glasses you wear.
And it's grief you experience because even so you still care.
And so you turn your face to the shining sun
and let it evaporate those tears that rain down
You never planned for this day, that love could go away
You never planned for this day, that love could die on on the vine
You never planned for this day, that love could be temporal
because in your heart your love was divine
As our song plays,
As we gaze deeply,
In each other's eyes.
We fall into a trance.
You take my hand,
And I follow,
Dancing slowly in your arms,
Until we embrace.
Still dancing,
And falling deeper in our spell.
Floating and being lifted,
As if we are flying away,
The tempo gradually increases,
Lifting my spirits.
But as the music calms,
Decreasing the tempo,
The spell begins to break,
As we end the dance.
But before the spell is done,
You kiss me passionately.
The song ends,
And the spell is broken...
Bare of snow and ice we were
In the winter’s dwindling days
And we marked upon the calendar
The season’s changing phase
Eager things poked up their heads
To test the springtime air
Some colour in the flowerbeds
To grace a fairy’s hair
But the sun, it paled, as iron dull
And windy came the cold
And liveliness was in a lull
In the garden’s chilly mold
Bereft of cheery focuses
We sat within the grey
The cruelty of coaxed crocuses
The frost had done away
Diamond rain upon us now
It froze to every tree
Power wires were weighted down
In the darkness we would be
The wind at last abated fast
But the dullness and the cold
Recalled our bones to winters past
And jeered at summer’s gold
Once more there came upon our door
A storm of last betrayal
‘Twas April’s cruelest paramour
‘Twould upon our hearts prevail.
Today, a brightness lit my room
Awaking me from slumber
Gone were clouds of sullen gloom
And there were birds without a number
The layer cake of ice and snow
That covered all the land
Was giving way, as water flowed
Down drains choked up with sand
The sadness of the icicle
As it lost its winter weight
‘Twas dripping on the bicycle
Forgotten by the gate
And me, I felt a little thrill
And the windows I would open
And though there’s still a little chill
The winter’s spell is broken.
When winter's spell is broken
And gray skies turn to blue
Spring blossoms will awaken
To cast their spell on you
A plethora of colors
Will dance upon your eyes
As sunshine plays a melody
to the flutter of butterflies!