I’m a mother of bedtime stories
a goddess of fairytale whispers
this is my magic
I don’t think of it as magic though
not while I’m nose deep in
plot outlines and heartfelt dialogues
to me it’s just
a hobby
a fun game I play with myself
weaving words into images
but then
an outsider sneaks in
sees the half done tapestry and asks
how I can make a picture out of
so many random strings
how my fingers can twist and pull them into place
without conscious thought
oh darling
it really is magical
isn’t it
weaving words [poem]
Larissa Lee 