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weaving words [poem]

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

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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