down to my every bone.
Deep in every cell
I carry the imprint
of some dancing mother
ready to embrace me
in the twine of forgotten DNA.
My magic within hums
in tune to the magic around me.
My bones remember the beat
even when my mouth stumbles over the words.
This magic and I are one.
There is no wall
saying, “Here it begins”
and “There it stops.”
But you want to quantify it, own it
while at the same time looking down on it.
Consider that magic flees from disdain
and force. Stop and understand
that eyes that have decided on definitions
before they are even opened are as good as blind.
|Harvest Brew by Lady Viktoria|
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This poem is linked to Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads: Just One Word - Imagine and Poets United's Pantry of Poetry and Prose #9.
Song Choice: Así Soy (Spanish cover of This is Me from the Greatest Showman) by Calle 42