Magician's cove

In emerald froth near magician’s cove

Our azul freedom, jump to swim and rove   

Crawling through the rock gap frame of door

            The underwater train washes sound on shore

            His violaceous hands stammer to greet

A vademecum of tricks and luridly petite

            Rest here and air dry your profuse sopping
            A sure thing to console a body that is sobbing

            Homemade cards a hidden hindu shuffle
            Forced sleights practiced to be subtle

Houdini with a stout and wild resolve

If you get us to believe, you will evolve

            The magician’s dishonesty makes a fine charm
             but recounting disillusionment won’t keep us warm

Author's Note

Reviews

[closed..acct]

This is wonderful,
Wonderful rhyme scheme and flow.
I like teh darkness of this write.
Awesome penning!

[light and ashes]

This is an interesting, dark, and intriuging poem. I enjoyed reading it very much.

[Katie Flores]

the sense of a loss of that childhood innocence works its way pretty well starting the second little stanza, i like the contrast betwixt it and the first one.