I feel the power, like a sun behind me. A vision flashes through my mind. Is it a knife coming down like Hitchcock’s Psycho? Perhaps a Stephan King skeletal hand will grab my ankle. I whip around, ready to face anything, anything, but what is really there. I meet your gaze and all is lost.
I step in your trap That is found behind your eyes Your bewitching stare The magic spell that you cast Makes me rise above the Earth
Is it just your charm? Perhaps a deeper power Enthralled by the glance A thought and I glide above Your eyes making my heart soar
Lost, but found, captivated by your spell, I am launched into your orbit.
I had collected it all, quicksilver lightning captured in a jar and a candle made of the wax from Cleopatra’s bees. Only the purest color yellow distilled from the sunlight in my window would do. The bit of our star must illuminate a painting representing my heart’s desire.
“Why don’t you do it the old-fashioned way?”
I jumped. I hadn’t heard Mom come in.
“Just talk to her. Girls like that, you know.”
“But Mom, the ancient magic spell will ensure it.”
“I’m sorry, the magic she used is much older than that.” Mom winked.
Almost exactly a year ago I started work on a picture story, the magic wand. I posted it May 2, 2014. However, in ways I like the colorized version better. If you have time, look at both and let me know what you think.
1. “Where have you been, Edward? We haven’t seen you in days.”
“I’ve been too busy to come out and play. Last week I received a magic wand for my fifth birthday and I’ve been practicing.” Continue reading →
Will o’ the wisp Beaconing bright I will chase you Into the night The glow in my mind I grasp where you stand Only to find There’s naught in my hand Will o’ the wisp Flickering light I will catch you But not tonightContinue reading →