IMPRUDENT MAGICIAN

A magician who couldn't care less about the consequences of his disappearing in public gets tired of hiding and disappears one last time.

The others call me an imprudent magician,

Because how before all, I disappear into thin air,

But I'm aware I must walk to avoid suspicion.

I spend most of the day in my secret lair.

Mixing and mingling strange elements to make mystic potions,

Into the cauldron, I put the toe of the frog and a blind worm,

The smell of which makes my precious cat squirm.

The long robe of mine reaches my ankle,

Often making me slip or tumble.

My long beard gets stuck on tree branches way too much,

Did I tell you tiny flowers bloom to my touch?

I walk, walk and walk around the sphere,

But the journey doesn't seem to be ending. 

With people all around me, I feel precarious;

Getting tired of all the people, 

I say alakazam, and, forever, I disappear into thin air.

                                                               

Author's Note

I thought I'd change my usual writing theme for this, not really sure how that turned out for me... let me know.

Reviews

[Ignosapiens]

quite amazing description in few poetic lines. i actually like when you pull reader into world you see.

[Yashika]

Thank you for reading and reviewing with your kind words😊

[Chris Shaw]

Any magician who can make flowers bloom at a touch, has the sort of magic I like. Flowers are such a gift. Your poem Yashika rhymes nicely.

Chris

[Yashika]

I like making it rhyme, sometimes, like this time, that's the only thing good about what I write😂
Thank you for reading and reviewing🤝

[ved]

I love the poem but starting rhyme was awesome like I love the pattern of a, b, a, b

[Yashika]

haha, thank you for reviewing, Ved