magic – C & K

Wooden Miniatures

Within this structure,
he tinkers with tools and gadgets
away from the world.

Unbeknownst to his sweet wife,
he conjures magic in
the shed that was built for him.

He places wooden miniatures
around the house,
so they come to life at night.

A mushroom begins life,
and many more soon fuel my optimistic mind;
all I need is a friend to help.

Preparing for my shady friend so we can laugh,
yet wondering if all will be well;
Mr J. arrives with a smile and passion fruit cake.

A turn for the worst when he lights up a cap,
then runs towards the hills hoist;
I didn’t know he was so well-versed in ballet.

Smoke from the backyard carries,
then sounds from the neighbours cause alarm;
they must be magic mushrooms.

A fit of anxiety, or is it the smoke?
Such beautiful ballet from with Mr J’s smoke;
I decide to boil the kettle.

Whispers from the woods
Whispering, ‘Come and play.’

Waking from a slumber,
setting out on an adventure.

While many feet move, the
woods hold still waiting.

When she enters the woods,
there are no feelings of malice.

Walking along to a song
she has never heard before.

Whispering sounds calm her
footsteps as they quicken.

Wise and tall, the old one stands
looking at her like her mum.

Wondering, she moves closer,
as the tree comes to life.

Windless leaves seem lifeless,
yet there is magic all around.

Walking through the entrance,
another world awaits
and the leaves of the old
world rustle and wave.

Walking amongst your favourite trees,
contemplating the ways of the forest and wild roses.

A softness came to your soul recently,
so you take a moment to reflect and scheme a little.

Whispers from your Mother remind you of her,
even though she is not with you physically, not whole.

A series of thoughts move your reflective mind,
so fast; you take a moment to catch up, to process.

With no gesture, you turn a tree into a table,
and then you turn a tree into a dishwasher, a combo.

A wilderness has come to the forest from the
commotion you created as you began experimenting and changing.

You won’t receive those wild consequences,
for you gave like for like to change the trees, a plant or two.

Another reflection leaves you startled as a
Cockatoo makes a racket, a Koala turns from you, and it’s quiet.

A tiny finger points
to the sky as
they lift off the ground.

The meadow, distant now;
Hearts pound hard, fast.
Fear mixed with awe.

The small one shows
them the flowers, meadow,
the horizon, beautiful light.

A small finger gently releases
them from the spell of levitation,
as they smile, kiss, hug,
and drink a toast to the special one.

Crown of Rose and Thorns adorn
her head for royalty is in her blood

She prepares for her wedding day
to the king of the woodland realms

Weaving a mysterious magic
within her cloth and bosom

waiting for the woodland call
to take her from this place