Poetry Corner with Ivy and Friends: May Poetry Challenge

Welcome! 

I am so happy everyone has returned to the Poetry Corner. This edition is full of magic and isn't really what it seems. It was sort of a double challenge which is the poets have stepped up and provided a magical journey. 

With all this said, please pull up a comfy chair, a soft pillow, a beverage and enjoy the magic of the words your about to read.

POETRY CHALLENGE

Mirror Mirror

Participants are asked to write 2 poems. The 1st poem is to be a poem about magic. The type of magic is up to the writer. The 2nd poem will be the mirror reflection of that 1st poem.

We all know what we see in the mirror isn't really the reflection our minds see. What kind of reflection will your words reveal?

HAPPY READING! 

POETRY SUBMISSIONS

The Spell by Lozt Poet

They put a spell on me with their words and those bewitching eyes,

They said those words that made me see the disguise.

I saw a person they all claimed to see, 

The type of person I'd like to be. 

I looked at the mirror and believed in the reflection,

But that person was just a figment of the encantation. 

He was conjured up with some form of magic spell,

A spell real strong that worked too well. 

It had me believing that I was looking at myself, 

In reality I was just as gullible as everyone else. 

It took me a while to snap back to reality, 

And realize that the person they want is who I'll never be. 

I'll continue the cherade and in the light of love and laughter I'll bask, 

But you won't ever get to see the one behind this magical mask. 

My Reflection by Lozt Poet

I stood in front of him wandering what he saw, 

He stared at me as if seeing someone perfect and without a flaw. 

In his eyes I could see a glimmer that wasn't there in the past, 

I figured out what it was and I knew it couldn't last. 

I had to come clean and break the false perception, 

He needed to know the person he saw was a figment of the imagination. 

They filled his head with their ideas of who they thought he was or could be, 

It was my job to keep his feet grounded and not live too high where the air is too thin to breathe. 

It was with a heavy heart that I broke the spell which had been cast upon his eyes, 

I made him see the truth which he had to realize. 

I did make a deal with him to make sure the matter was resolved, 

It was one that we both agreed would be best for all those involved.

While he is out among the people they will see the person they all want him to be, 

But once he comes home he will show his true broken self to me, and only me.

(photo taken from the internet)

Poetical encounter Magical Dreamweaver 

By Samael Caedmon. 

Fallen to slumber in an enchanted poets crypt holding onto an ancient black chest. 

Eyes fight the fantasy ward to awake from someone else's dreams. 

Till in someone else's dream awakes and to the dark chest gains access. 

The fantasia dream of Magical times and another world of spellbinding wonders or so it seems. 

Walk along this road of edema ruh, find wondrous creatures so true from fantasy times. 

The storyteller and the mysterious book of fairydust ink on darkest black pages. 

Savor the tales that come to life, that sirens once sang of dragons, vampires and magical beings of every kind. Don't dare forget the witches, the spellcasters, those villains that bring intrigue and the darkness we secretly love but always seem to hate throughout the ages. 

The enchantment grew the longer you stayed , see your thoughts change, the air become sweeter  filled with the smell of ancient places to where you have now drifted. See you fall down the rabbit hole, to where you stroll through fields of tthe writings of the magical Dreamweaver  where the veil concealing true meanings has been lifted. Magic comes to life on enchanted pages and you see what it till now has warded. 

Each of his works, a masterpiece of enchantment, the Neverending story of tales that leave you breathless  when this poet's mystery is unraveled. Once complete,  once the thought has been planted, the last words read and the dream understood. Each metaphor,  every deliberate phrase gently woven,  the master's design to leave you dazzled. The mysterious box, now like all spark cube, flashes with rainbow light of splendor,  and the creator lifts the magical hood. 

To thank whatever magical,  enchantment of unseen forces brought you here. For this amazing journey through magical ages and discover magic's essence was the poet,  this magical Dreamweaver's aim. To bring you back to a place where you may once again dream, and write without fear.

Yours truly, your magical Dreamweaver, Samael, by its special enchanted mystical name.

(photo taken from the internet)

Poetical encounter part 2: on the wrong side of the mirror By Samael Caedmon. 

Awaken to find yourself on my side of the mirror, where the dreams fade into the solemn hypnotic of now you see me, and nothing is ever as it seems. The mirror is your perception, so you sell me the illusion of the closer you look the less you find, but the devil in you, you might see. 

My dark elvenpath poetic journey, written in blood upon the pages of the dead, the delirium of the mind in dark forbidden necromancer words like the lyrics of the dead buried beneath the meanings and the unspoken  things on the edge of what I speak. 

Drift deeper within, but mind the step before the veil of my twisted insanity. Where the ward is but dark  cyphers in the puzzle to hide the uninvited unseen this disturbed part of me. 

The mystery to the magical wording just thoughts tainted and unspoken, but listen closer and you might find a bit of madning mixed with lewd-cypher devilry.

THE END

OUTSTANDING! 

Congratulations poets! 

Thank you so much for that magical ride. Reading each poem and it's reflection took my mind into different worlds, that I never would've imagined. Thank you for steppng to this unique double poetry challenge. Both you gentleman have out done yourselves. 

Until next time, poets and friends. 

 Sincerely yours, Ivy.