Thursday, January 17, 2008

Totally Optional Prompts: The Magician

The Magician
The darkness was still
and silent, it was absence
that held her, not warm
nor cold, just waiting.

Then there was a sound,
a flick of a switch,
then nothing again,
and she was still waiting.

Then there were footsteps,
a hard surface underfoot,
an echo, someone walking,
someone coming nearer.

She was blind, she could
not see, but there was a hand,
skin brushing cloth, a
reaching in the dark.

There was the rustling of
a body settling then for
a few seconds more there
was silence and expectation.

Then there was someone’s
solitary whistle and the
movement of air currents
and a sense of momentum.

At once there was something,
not any named thing, solid,
just an object in the darkness
and her sense of it there.

Then there were more things,
some close, some distant,
and the whistle nearing,
growing faint, turning, occupied.

Then there was the hint of
something, a light but yet
not brightness, a kind of dawn
without promise of daybreak.

There was a warmth and a
rising of damp and a
dry papery crackling beneath
fingertips and a softness.

There was a humming then
a singing and a swelling
to a crescendo and then a
heralding bell ringing.

Then there was an orb,
a light and a hand and the
light expanding and a
seeing of things created.

And there he was, at first
holding light then throwing
light, first owning then
giving light up in offering.

The light was a world, greater
than the bringer of things out
of darkness, the master
of all realms, the magician.

In memory of Hone Tuwhare, the first poet to truly inspire me.  May your spirit rest in all New Zealand's harbours.  

More poems on the theme of magicians here.

9 comments:

Alan Bender said...

libidinous

Pauline said...

I loved all the "and then there was" lines. The repetition pulled me in and down and when I looked up there was the light. What wonderful poems this prompt is eliciting!

paisley said...

what a gracious tribute to one that brought you from the dark into the light of poetry... just beautiful....

Crabby McSlacker said...

Very cool!

(I am hopeless at poetry myself, so greatly admire those who can evoke so much with so few words.)

gautami tripathy said...

I see a lot of poetry referring to light for this TOP prompt.All in dirrent ways..all illuminating...

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Magically descriptive!

SB said...

Magic and mystery -- the ability of this poet to pull us into a breathless experience, looking eagerly for the next thing, the next "then there was..."

tumblewords said...

it was absence that held her - my favorite phrase. A lovely poem.

Linda said...

Love all the sensory images! And there is a softness to all your words that leaves a warm and fuzzy feeling.