Poem by Sarah E,
Class of 2020
My love for magic
Isn’t any mortal game
I am a true witch
At heart
For my magic is powerful
My wise tongue is advisable
For I have known all from the start.
I love the feel
Of sparks at my fingers
The doing I bid
Happens within reason
For I have only dreams
Of having the magic I could do
For the dreams I make just might come true
Juxtaposed to the Halloween fraud
I do things for the better
No toads I turn, no bewitching of foe
I can heal the sick, and stick families together
So you think my magic is the best of all?
So you think that’s why I do it?
For love is more powerful than my magic
My love for magic like fire has lit.
My love for magic is stronger
Than my magical power itself
I acclaim the power the magic holds
Like a library opposed to a shelf.
You understand the real meaning of this,
Why I, myself, have magic?
A witch maybe,
But a good soul for sure
All’s real when you choose to believe it.
Completed for Writers Workshop GT Instructional Seminar
Class of 2020
My love for magic
Isn’t any mortal game
I am a true witch
At heart
For my magic is powerful
My wise tongue is advisable
For I have known all from the start.
I love the feel
Of sparks at my fingers
The doing I bid
Happens within reason
For I have only dreams
Of having the magic I could do
For the dreams I make just might come true
Juxtaposed to the Halloween fraud
I do things for the better
No toads I turn, no bewitching of foe
I can heal the sick, and stick families together
So you think my magic is the best of all?
So you think that’s why I do it?
For love is more powerful than my magic
My love for magic like fire has lit.
My love for magic is stronger
Than my magical power itself
I acclaim the power the magic holds
Like a library opposed to a shelf.
You understand the real meaning of this,
Why I, myself, have magic?
A witch maybe,
But a good soul for sure
All’s real when you choose to believe it.
Completed for Writers Workshop GT Instructional Seminar