I remember the children’s party.
There was a magician.
I had never seen a magician before.
I’d heard they could pull a rabbit from a hat.
Or saw a woman in half
and put her back
This magician had a hat.
But it stayed empty.
He did tricks with cards
like my uncle Percy,
but not as good.
Then he waved a stick called a wand
and a puff of blue smoke came out,
And hidden in the smoke were flowers,
showing through a gap in the smoke.
I have discovered
that there is usually a gap in the smoke
where the light shines through,
First published in Visual Verse, January 2018
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/