Magic

sorenbarrett

A valley enchanted where four in the shadows turn to six 
Noises emerge from wrong places and animals turn into sticks
Choir's notes descend from the forest singing songs that don't exist
Winds carry siren hymns human ears can't resist

 

Words from the woods, voices of the past
Dissolving in air to reappear over ancient echoes cast
Bouncing beams of light, angel footprints shine bright
Dancing over leaves and ground butterflies erupt into flight

 

Hold to the trail tight
Out of magic comes the night

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  • delusions

    The imagery in this is genuinely haunting. “animals turn into sticks” and “butterflies erupt into flight” are such strange, beautiful images, and the whole poem feels like wandering somewhere you really shouldn’t be. Very nice

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you my friend this poem was inspired when out the other day shadows played with my eyes and mind seeing three ducks down on the pond as they swam and emerged on the bank they became six. Walking the trails at times I will see birds emerge out of branches and disappear back into branches. In the rainforest the ears play tricks on one and at times voices and singing can be heard where there is none. I appreciate your reading and comment

      • delusions

        That makes the poem even more fascinating, knowing where the inspiration came from. Thank you for sharing the story behind it, my friend.

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        A very dream like imagery much enjoyed

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you so much Norman I appreciate your read and comment. Yes indeed alone in nature does at times become dream like. Do not the bushmen of the outback speak of dreamtime.

          • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

            indeed they do

          • Jamiano

            "Butterflies erupt into flight". Great imagery of communal flight.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you so much Jamiano for your read and comment it is deeply appreciated

            • Demar Desu

              Collections understood, are you religious Soren?

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you very much Demar Your remarks mean a great deal to me. No I once was but no longer one might say spiritual I worship nature

                • Demar Desu

                  Fair enough… thank you for writing

                • orchidee

                  Good write SB. KP's nicked me magic wand! lol. She's gonna change the sewage into roast dinners and scoff the lot.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks Orchi for the read and comment I hope she doesn\'t change your for sewage, oh she could do that without the wand

                  • Lorenz

                    I venture off the trail to take a chance on magic ! Maybe risky poetry...

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks so much for the read and comment my friend. Alister Crowley may be willing to help

                      • Lorenz

                        To be honest ,I 'd rather have Mary Poppins !

                      • Kevin Hulme

                        Good wordplay. Paints a fine Picture for the Mind. The Countryside and Woods are very Therapeutic.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks Kevin for the read and comment it is most appreciated my friend

                          • Kevin Hulme

                            👍

                          • Tristan Robert Lange

                            Soren, what a wonderfully strange journey. The beauty keeps drawing us deeper while the growing unease warns that we may already have gone too far. It brings back the mysterious woods of childhood imagination, only with something much darker waiting beneath them. Fantastic write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                            • sorenbarrett

                              Thanks so much Tristan for the read and comment it is as always most appreciated

                            • soheil khodaparasti

                              A beautiful description of a mysterious, enchanted forest where reality becomes distorted and the natural world takes on supernatural qualities.

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Indeed it is my friend and one has to ask where illusion becomes delusion and where reality becomes fantasy. Does a breeze through trees sing and do shadows move as an animal in the tall grass. I appreciate your read and comment

                                • soheil khodaparasti

                                  Perhaps it is in that space between reality and imagination that we find the most fascinating truths. I truly appreciate your thoughtful words.

                                  • sorenbarrett

                                    And I yours



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