Inspired by all three images
Magic is afoot
-Kerfe Roig
Shopping with Nan
-John Law
Jane Cornwell
There’s magic held in ordinary things–
the robin’s song, the light it brings
in rosy dawn, when the world is silent
save its song,
a remnant of the ancient tunes—
the ones that drift from stars and moon
to rest in Grandma’s smile and hands–
both soft and strong
their movement deft, her knowledge a gift
a time-shifting swift,
a songbird that sings–
you belong,
words not needed, as with doggy grins and kitty purrs
the soft whinny of a favorite horse—all stir
the magic of this wondrous world
as light around a shadow long–
so, watch, listen, see—it floats, rests, soars on wings,
this quiet, splendid magic of ordinary things.
For Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 23. Each of these challenge poems is written the day before it’s posted, so this one was actually written on Earth Day. Both of my grandmothers died when I was very young, but my daughters have had strong relationships with theirs. My mother died last April at age 97, but my husband’s mother is younger and going strong. You can read the other poems here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
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Thank you, Paul.
Just beautiful Merril.
Huge Hugs
I love the rhythm of this Merril, it flows so beautifully x
Thank you so much, Ingrid! 💙
I think this poem might rise to my favorites list!!! I like so many of your poems, but this one is pure magic. 🙂
Wow, Linda! Thank you so much! 💙
You do these magic in ordinary things poems so well 🙂
Magic is your specialty, Merril. I loved this so much. ❤
Thank you so much, Colleen! 💙
Really beautiful, Merri!
Thank you, Jill!
I’m reminded for the second time this week of “Pied Beauty”! I love how your poem actually passes the magic from one image into the next.
Thank you so very much, Liz! 💙
I could not agree more 🙂
Lovely.
Thank you! 😀
My pleasure!
Magically evocative
Thank you, Derrick.
Your poem is magical and musical, Merril. My paternal grandmother died when I was 8; my maternal grandmother died before I was born. I was rather afraid of my paternal grandmother. She never smiled that I remember, and I think she was blind toward the end of her life. She fascinates me, though. She came over from Germany with her family and they were shoemakers for a time. I have a photo of when she married my grandfather. My youngest nephew looks just like him, and my family thinks I look like my grandmother. That’s probably why she interests me 😉
Thank you so much, Marie. I’m pleased my words made you think of your grandmothers. It’s interesting about family resemblances. My mother-in-law (and others), think my husband looks so much like her father, even in some of his mannerisms.
That really has to make you wonder about genetics 😉
😀
Life is magic and weaves time and space into the connections that sustain us. As you do with your words. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe.