The Magic

I grow a little weary now,
the path to the top is
a struggle uphill
and the loose chippings
cause my feet to slip

so we slide a little
into apathy

The thought of cool water
entices me so much
and although
I am footsore
I am nearly at the ridge.

It is a cloudless day
below me is the fort
where so many
battles were fought

There is a little hollow
nearby, cut into the rock
cool, fresh water seeps
while little lizards
hide at the sound of feet.

We call it
Fontaine des mit,
the waters give sight to the blind
and hearing to the deaf.

It has magic, I know
I have seen its power
I bathed my sons eyes
and within days
the infection had gone.

I don't question these marvels
or retreat into superstition
I accept what is -
and it is here
where I can
finally breathe again.




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Written on 2008-03-12 at 09:58

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Neelima
I believe such marvels. Though, personally I haven't seen or experienced any except for my belief in God.Wow! It sounds so great like in legends!
2008-03-14


John Lambremont, Sr.
Very nice sense of the visual
2008-03-12


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
An applause for this one, Elle....really beautiful poem

xxx Stan
2008-03-12


M Heathcote
As always I found it a lovely read, you write wonderful poetry Elle I hope the miracle worked or was just yarn a tale of magic. Mark x
2008-03-12


Sanaz Danaipoor
Wonderful and questioning,
makes us to think about ourselfs and our lifes, thanks for this beautiful poem!
2008-03-12


Chris Fernie
Dear E,

Your soothing cascade of words makes this bleak and windy day much more tolerable.

Bravo!


Chris xxxxx
2008-03-12