A dVerse Poets prompt from Grace for exploring some “Magical Realism”, blending the ordinary with the extraordinary, placing magical or fantastical elements into a realistic, yet grounded, setting.
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Pantomime Madness in Spring
I curse and I sign
some nonsensical finger pantomime
of guessed import
asking myself to ask myself if I am losing my mind
(don’t tell your friends or family or enemies to then confirm
or yourself
for that matter
for any matter
at any time
to maybe infirm)
some swiped in air construct
that scatters symbols I saw maybe movie many once
or numerous too book look in one bulging volume
but thin for dunce
enough
to comprehend
found in dances and trances and drinks of history
family
in the field or wood or street
or square
all bursting, blurting, bustling, blustering
“you are crazy”
into dream’s fractured wholes
repeating
holes
with made up symboled twist musts
of fingers
to ward off gists only you seem to
get
well
but
not well enough
git
now
it’s cold
.
But you asked of me, of little sprites, of flower winged mites
and whisperers
whispering between trees
asked of all me’s to explain what went bump
what went thump
in the cold stark of winter
what bursted or blurted or bustled or blustered
what silenced loud to still
find
what was lost
just out of in under around the corner of your extra nesting eye
.
I did
I apologize
but will you will with me
bump and thump
and burst and blurt or bustle or bluster
and loud silence still
night
heal fractures that come to light
only then
soothe in day
through flowered walks, down path’s of plenty
scents of perfumed many
it is Spring again
after all
have you seen?
have you been?
to help me entertain what I don’t know and how lost lost lost and how it came
to be?
.
Of course of course
(quite pretty)
and of course
I am your Sprite after all
in Spring
and all things
To help explain
.
I curse and I sign
some nonsensical pantomime
but comforting
now
in
what I still hold mine
warmer in mind
Frankenberry's Attic 
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