Moonlight and shadow
play against my walls
trace my curves
reveal my secrets
in this backside of the night
owls swoop by my open window
hooting softly in the velvet dark
black cats swirl around my ankles
while I crush lavender and thyme
between my fertile palms
and begin to weave my spells
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Ordinary, this magic? Perhaps, but not the telling of it.
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Thank you Bob!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray weaves a spell.
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This was a really great piece! Great lines – black cats swirl around my ankles!!!
xoxo
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Thank you Chuck
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Oh, and how can you have ordinary magic! Is magic ever ordinary – it’s Magic! Haa!!
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as opposed to major magic, I think. . . you know, like turning somebody into a frog
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ah… the backside of night… where we all weave our spells… some of words, some of touch, some of words that touch, some of touch that word us into our poetry.
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Kind of beautifully profound there my friend
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There is more to this fantasy poem .. kindling imagination 👏👏
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So glad to hear that!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and read Christine’s – ORDINARY MAGIC!! Can any magic be “Ordinary? LOL!
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