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The Magician


You are the 
magician
 
pulling my 
heart from that 
black hat

You hold that 
fragile organ 
on the tip of 
your tongue

to be cut out 
with a phrase

to leave it 
exposed 
is risking the 
darkness

I willingly risk
it all

to be another 
participant 

in your 
magic show

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson


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#writephoto-Magic-Snow Day

** This is for a prompt on Sue Vincent’s blog.  If you would like to get in on her weekly prompt, you can find out all about the fun here.  Sue gave us the beautiful photo above and the word Magic.  So this is my humble little offering: Snow Day Magic 

I finally released her from my grip and she burst out the front door and into the cold December morning.  It was the most magical of all days; a Snow Day!

A Snow Day means not only do you get to play in the snow, but there is NO School that day!  This is a miracle to a child.

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The Threshold

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I saw it just on the other side of the meadow.  The sun was in the east, yet it did not shine here.

Carefully, I made my way across the dew laden grass.  I didn’t dare blink, lest it disappear.  Ignoring the chill of my bare feet, I approached as quietly as I could.

Was this it?  It had been so long since I’d seen it, I wasn’t sure.  Sometimes it would appear just on the edge of my peripheral vision, vanishing when I looked directly at it.  Other times it was like a warm hug, enveloping my entire being.

There has been a time when The Threshold was within me, barely restrained, bursting at the seams to get out and into the light of day.

Standing before it, I reached out a tentative, trembling hand.  What would it hold this time?  What magic lay on the other side?

I took a deep breath and stepped across The Threshold.