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An Alphabet of Magic

by S D Bellhouse

 

A is for Alchemy

B is for Blizzard

C is for Charms and Chants, but not for wizard

D is for Devices used to bedazzle

E is for Enchanters out on the razzle!

F is for Fairies, fleet of foot and Foretelling

G is for Gnomes, grumpy and cave dwelling

H is for Hemlock, beloved of most wizards

I is for Innards, (entrails and gizzards)

J is for Jealousy, Jinxes and Journeys

K is for Kelp, Kapow and Kahoots

L is for Lessons and Seven League Boots

M is for Magic, Mystery and Mayhem

N is for Nocturnal Necromancer, all must obey him

O is for Owl, far seeing and wise

P is for Physic and Potions to vanish before your eyes

Q is for Quest and Questioning too

R is for Readings of books old and new

S is for Spells, to stun or stupefy

T is for Toadstools, give them a try.

U is for the Unknown, better unseen

V is for Vixen, an evil queen

W is Witches, Warlocks and Wizards

X is for Xenthora, a tree seldom seen

Y is for Yearning to know where you’ve been

Z is for Zephyrs, magical winds

An alphabet of magic is where your journey begins…

 

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Heartland

by Irene Buckler

My home is not so much a place

Places are for others and not for me

Home is the love on my mother’s face,

A look of love that sets me free

 

My home is not the sum of stuff

My stuff adds up to nothing much

Home is a bond when times are tough,

My hand in my father’s hand, a touch

 

My home is not where I sleep at night

I rest in darkness, sleeping anywhere

Home is trust and sharing the light

And staying warm with those who care

 

My home is a memory, fading fast

Faraway whispers, remind me of when

I lived in a home, a time long past

With friends I will never meet again

 

My home is in transit; we travel alone

Towards a new life, a new land, a new start

Through spaces and places with faces unknown

My home is within me, deep in my heart.

 

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The Forest

 

Silent as a mosquito whine just beyond hearing.

A lizard lies languid, tastes the air with its thick blue tongue.

A goanna runs up a gum tree, claws digging into bark.

 

A scrub turkey dashes across the path.

I sit on the timber seat halfway up the mountain,

careful of the red-back’s nest underneath.

 

Leaves dance with the first drops of rain. Birds call out.

A tree dribbles sap, sticky as honey. The downpour starts-

I am drenched in the forest’s earthy scent.

Anna Jacobson

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The Big Black Cat

 

The big black cat crept across the road,

and finished up under a semi’s load.

It was feeling stiff and sore,

but that’s what cat’s nine lives are for.

So even though it took a whack,

the cat bounced back.

 

The big black cat crept across the street

and finished up under a giant’s feet.

There were guts and there was gore,

but that’s what cat’s nine lives are for.

So even though it took a smack,

the cat bounced back.

 

The big black cat should have never played

With an Army tank parade.

 

Dianne Bates

 

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Out of sight

 

You’re clearly still dizzy

from spinning around,

from constantly stumbling

and hitting the ground.

You’ve slipped on the carpet,

bumped into the chairs

collided with pillars

and tripped down the stairs.

You’ve toppled the urn

that was next to the door.

There are slivers of china

all over the floor.

You’ve booted the table,

knocked books off the shelf.

Consider the trouble

you’re causing yourself.

This game’s a disaster,

so may I advise

you take off the blindfold…

and open your eyes!

Jenny Erlanger

 

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Kevin Smith’s Dragon

 

You wouldn’t think, to look at him,

that Kevin Smith has a dragon for a pet –

he says he has –

keeps it in the garden shed

and feeds it chillies and onions and very hot curry –

he says he does –

Kevin is teaching the dragon tricks,

it will sit up and beg for Brussels sprouts –

he says it does.

Pets aren’t allowed at school,

but still, he’s going to bring it in one day –

he says he will –

but he’s waiting till it’s really tame,

and he has trained it to stop ripping with its dreadful claws,

and lashing people with its scaly tail,

and burning curtains with its fiery breath –

then he’s going to bring it in –

he says he is.

Anne Bell

First published in Celebrate (Triple D Books)

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Curiosities

I wonder if a spider looks

upon his own leg hair

And wonders what he’d look like if

he shaved his eight legs bare

Would he walk upon a cat walk…

Hmm – a spider on a cat?

I’m not sure that the fashion world

is quite ready for that

 

I wonder if a platypus

would contemplate his tail

How when he swims, behind him there’s

a paddle that will trail

Would he swap it for a tail that is

more pleasing to the eye?

Or opt to go without one – ‘Frogs

don’t have one, why should I?’

 

I wonder if an elephant

Regrets his long grey nose

At least when it is itchy he

can scratch it with his toes

Perhaps it gives him character

And makes him feel quite bold

It must be pretty messy though

when he contracts a cold

 

I wonder if a porcupine

would sharpen up his quills

They must be pretty handy when

comes time for filing bills

Just pay them at the counter and

then stick them on a spike

In alphabetic order, or

date order if you like

 

Do you think that dolphins ever

look at us and cry

Always stuck in water while we

have both land and sky

I think that they could play guitar

or even play the drums

If they were born with hands and fingers

with opposing thumbs

 

I wonder if most people would

Prefer a different life

Choose to live more wild and free

less worry and less strife

As busy as a beaver or

as happy as a clam

For me I’m quite content to be

the poet that I am

Allan Cropper

 

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D  O     N O T    D I S T U R B

 

I feel impatient to begin my quest

My card is clutched tightly to my chest,

As I enter this place where ideas reside

This amazing space wherein worlds can collide:

The past, the present and future days –

In a profusion of factual and fictional ways

 

I feel a hunger, but I must explain

The urge I have is to feed my brain

With words and images that intertwine

To create an experience, uniquely mine:

Be it action, adventure, romance or mystery,

Fantastic or funny or all about history

 

I feel the need, the need to read

And in this library, I shall succeed

I will peruse those books that catch my eye

And I will choose just one to take aside

Then I warn you, in case you have not heard

I am longing to read – so do not disturb!

 

Irene Buckler

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If I were a kid

If I were a kid

instead of a child

I’d call Mum, Nanny

and I’d be wild!

 

A wild non-child

never keeping still

I’d nibble her handbag

then run for the hills.

 

If I were a kid

and not just a child

I’d call Dad, Billy

and I’d be wild!

 

A wild non-child

always butting in

I’d kick up a fuss,

and wear a silly grin

 

But I am what I am,

and that’s all I can be

except on those days

when it’s plain to see…

 

The child in the kid.

The kid in the child.

Each a little bit tame,

Each a little bit wild!

 Jane Williams

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If I were a kid

If I were a kid

instead of a child

I’d call Mum, Nanny

and I’d be wild!

 

A wild non-child

never keeping still

I’d nibble her handbag

then run for the hills.

 

If I were a kid

and not just a child

I’d call Dad, Billy

and I’d be wild!

 

A wild non-child

always butting in

I’d kick up a fuss,

and wear a silly grin

 

But I am what I am,

and that’s all I can be

except on those days

when it’s plain to see…

 

The child in the kid.

The kid in the child.

Each a little bit tame,

Each a little bit wild!

 Jane Williams