The Magician
a fantastical poem about the wonders of the world, creativity, and the artist
Heavy boots covered with dust
of stars and memories of singing winds;
The return of the magician to the land
is announced by cheerful whistling.
Tune matching the ebbs and flows of terrain
along a windy road, sack heavy in hand;
the bag’s filled with curious, wondrous things:
The red dress worn by the setting sun
and the dark blue cape it over shoulders drapes
as the cold of the eve rolls around.
Another, a crystal gift from thunderous peaks,
where rock falls down as much as rain.
The magician collected them all and much more on his way;
a decade he was gone, he lost the count of days.
His search for sacred and divine, for beauty;
he chose to be a fool that picked creation over simple life.
But will his people recognise him now?
A face forever changed by the bubbling of the world outside.
He wished to distill it for curious lips;
new blood, fresh eyes that were willing
to drink the potion, to absorb it,
into their growing world within.
He settled at roadside,
surrounded by the scent of grass,
the stalks tickled and played on his skin,
peaceful, weightless, light.
Lifting his gaze to the clouds,
he felt another pull to drift.
He’ll show the dreamers all he knows,
he thought, and then promptly leave,
for the magic of the world
is still calling out to him.
Last week, when I saw
’s drawing, it inspired a giddy, refreshing feeling in me. A sensation of acceptance and re-imagining, of the wholeness of the human experience in our bodies and outside of them.And it made me think of The Magician card in Tarot. He carries the symbolism of the bridge between the possible — the potential of the world — and the present, and he connects that which is without to the ‘within’.
Something about the colours, the shapes and the composition felt so lightweight, like the wind dancing, and it made me think of threads of magic being discovered and woven, and the Magician being at work. Just like the artist who brings attention to all the beautiful things in the world and imprints them onto the hearts of people.
So I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s poem and also Candice’s wonderful art, please check out her page for her other works.
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love this - "he chose to be a fool that picked creation over simple life."
''The red dress worn by the setting sun'' what a precise, evocative and true image! Well done, Zeta!