Poem: The Magician’s Boy

6 inklings - saturday

A father and his boy did live
In a town not far away
The father loved his magic dear
The boy, he loved to play.

And every night at the end of the week
The father put on a show
And his son was his beneficial assistant
And in the minds of spectators they’d sow

the bridge between realities
and the dreams in children’s hearts
The people they would exclaim in glee
As the boy was sawed apart

Then he’d vanish before their eyes
And reappear in the crowd
The people they would lark and beam
And hail their praise out loud

Such smoke and mirrors the duo made
Upon the wooden stage
That a thousand miles across the seas
An emperor’s interest they engaged

The emperor brought his entourage
To the simple modest town
And in the audience the boy saw
A trifling thing in a red gown

His mouth did drop at the splendour
A fresh magic he’d never seen
Her limitless dark eyes shone moonbeams
In a heart that was young and keen

His father customarily decreed
For the boy to enter the box
And extravagantly his father demonstrated
The authenticity of his locks

And the boy he gazed down at the crowd
And all he saw was her hypnotic face
He could have been adrift forever
In her stars, her galaxies, her space

And his father raised the saw
And the saw fell clean and clear
And for the first night in a long night
There was not a single cheer

The father was imprisoned
For the crime he did commit
And many people wondered
If on purpose he had executed it

For the father loved his magic
But the boy, he loved to play
It was play that brought the magic
And it was love that took him away.


Hi guys,

It’s been a while since I’ve given you a poem. This entire month was the first time (and probably not the first time I’m saying this) I’ve taken part in NaNoWriMo. So I’ve been really busy writing a story. Along with this story, however, I wrote a poem within it, a story about a young boy who, with his dad, performed magic shows in their town. But one tragic night this magic ended.

I thought I’d share with you this poem because I am so drained with anything poetic or written at the moment, at the end of this month. There will be more poems, don’t worry.

But for now, enjoy this. 🙂

Till next time and I wish all of you happy holidays!

cumuloq ❤


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