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author’s note:
Written after watching the 2019 documentary The Seer and The Unseen.
THE MAGIC OF IMAGINATION
One long-time resident
can actually see the legendary elves
who inhabit our island.
This woman especially enjoys
a quaint village she recently found
in a shadowy stand of oak
between two little knolls.
Yes, I believe her stories
because I can see the shine in her eyes
when she tells how she frolics with them
in a secret forest clearing.
They like to play fifes
and ring tiny tinny bells
as they skip about
in red shoes that curl at the tip of the toe.
I want to see as she sees.
Yes, I find beauty all over the forest
nonetheless
I’d still like to see an elf do its dance.
But until I’m able to defog my eyes
I’ll try to satisfy my wish
vicariously
by imagining her loving descriptions as fact.
No, I haven’t quite eliminated doubt yet, but
the response in my heart says:
if you can feel the magic, the magic must be real.
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author’s note: I think you can find mystery anywhere, everywhere. But some places are just more conducive to the experience. TALKING TO THE WEE FOLK IN CASE THEY ACTUALLY EXIST When the hunter sprayed his friend with buckshot perhaps he was a little bit drunk or perhaps you tricked him because in his callous ignorance he’d tromped over your clover with his big clumsy boots. Or because you heard him laugh at a folk legend loved in times past when people still indulged their sense of wonder. Maybe some will say I don’t like plain facts but when my goosebumps rise the plain fact is: the one within this skin senses mystery lurking. But though I like to imagine that mystery could be you I know the mystery is probably something I can’t possibly imagine. No, forget what I just said! Of course I believe you’re really here-- why else would I ask you to forgive this fool if he slips or trips? Please, I pray-- I’m not obtuse, just transfixed by the dark garden of your forest labyrinth.
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