Oh my darling,
my one and only love,
watch me pull a rabbit outta my hat.
There is nothing dirty
about love such as ours.
Get a load of my white gloves.
When two people join
in matrimonial oneness
or as volunteers from the audience,
Magic takes on its special sheen.
People just want to be seen,
not sawn in half,
And so we make each other more than we were
like an endless knot of scarves
pulled from our sleeves or our hair.
If I should suddenly disappear,
my angel, my dear,
let me let you in on my schtick...
(Though it may make you feel sick)
it's one of love's magic quirks
that that trick
never works!
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for What's Going On? "Magic"
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If the marriage is a bag of tricks (that don't work after all), it leaves little room for magic, a lot of room for regret. I love the conversational tone of persona, Shay, her mock solicitous air, her knowing sophistry as she prepares for that final "abracadabra" revelation.
ReplyDeleteI really love these lines:
ReplyDelete"And so we make each other more than we were
like an endless knot of scarves
pulled from our sleeves or our hair."
Sounds like a wonderful kind of relationship really!
The ending was clever and took me by surprise!
Love the picture.
I noted the same lines Mary did. One does feel that way, if only briefly, when feeling finally seen by someone. All the more deflating when it doesnt last. Sigh. So glad you linked, my friend.
ReplyDeleteWhat a playful take on the prompt. I like the sense of knowing being the trick and being your own magician - Jae
ReplyDelete"it's one of love's magic quirks
ReplyDeletethat that trick
never works!"....So true, so true.
"When two people join
ReplyDeletein matrimonial oneness
or as volunteers from the audience"
Making each other more . . . never works . . . that's how I read this, and felt sorry for myself a little. I still believe in magic, though! SIgh.
Anyone slapping on white gloves in preparation for love is in for a surprise. Love is a messy business! "People just want to be seen, not sawn in half, and so we make each other more than we were" right there, in the middle of your poem, at the heart of it, is the heart of it.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, especially these lines, "And so we make each other more than we were like an endless knot of scarves
ReplyDeletepulled from our sleeves or our hair."