The story stick

The story stick

It’s a staff of enchantments
summons phantoms to the mind
some mere dreams and fantasies
just as well transforms the truth
before your eyes wins converts
to any cause.

From megalithic China
with potion of glue and soot
weavers drew fine-threaded webs
across level white landscape
invoking memory or law
keeping the score.

Sleek gilded wand in the hand
regurgitates from its tooth
indigo pigment of squid
cuttlefish sepia
or synthetic panoply
every colour.

Companion assistant guide
wingless recording angel
mapped palaces of the mind
passed exams won accolades
hard worker calloused fingers
earned a living.

The spell of imagining
prevailed until these decades
when chattering plastic teeth
stupefied the magician
forgotten trapped in the desk
cold dry idle.

~

NaPoWriMo today prompted a riddle, one of my favourite forms of poetry to write.