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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


bookdragon, poet, witch

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