The Fade of Magic

“…blazing light blinding on…”

sometimes magic fades from places we once found profoundly mystical
spanning spaces of the heart
treating nostalgia like
once-upon-a-time gods

….rabbit pulled out of a hat
…. magician’s wand cracks
….picking the wrong card
….merlin trips on his robes

….the saw blade actually draws blood

forest for the trees slowly reveal
themselves breaking the spell of
enchantment with inferno opus
blazing light blinding on

gatherings from recent

long agos
still lingering in air

but losing ground
just as leaves cling with fortitude,
hopeful for just a bit longer,
eventually, we learn to let go

and in our falling we realize we can fly

Hunting Red Riding Hood

“…there was a time when trust was prevalent…”

Settling down softly in a nest of waving prairie grasses the lamb knew not she laid among wolves.

Above her, the carrion

carry on above in searching hunt

with their wingspan death stance

waiting to descend and dive in

to yet another diminshing dinner surprise demise.

There was a time when trust was prevalent and the power of true love lent itself to endless possibilities.

Then, upon falling in love with what was thought to be a rockhard diamond proved nothing more than sand in an hourglass.

Tricked into having faith that no harm would come, the lamb now found herself now to be consumed in one fell swooping gulp by the ravenous wolves.

There were no survivors.