Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Sunday mini-challenge, “Charms” (posted by Brendan)
For this mini-challenge write a short poem (10 lines or less) binding up a spell or charm for something that plagues some aspect of daily life. Invoke a depth or shade or deity of heart and cast it over an ailing.
Maybe the Eye is a new unaccountable ache, or something chronic and cresting or just getting old. Maybe it’s the shadows lengthening behind a beloved pet. Maybe it’s for the lingering sorrow for those lost in Chicago’s incessant South Side gunfire, or the children of Aleppo, or the ghosts of those still walking where the World Trade Center towers fell 15 years ago today.
The charm is what you weave around that chill shadow from whatever strands of poetry you have learned—whatever inner well of inspiration you carry in your words.
See a smoky vision, augury
of blackness coming near.
Fear prickles hairs on my neck–
a demon’s icy fingers. Envenomed
enemies are coming to destroy
us. Sun and sky are occluded.
I stretch my arms up, and see
my fingers twist the planes
around; I watch them crash
into the ocean.