Magician In Retirement
by John Grey
My powers are weaker
than a winter tree,
denuded by a life-time
wasted on the wheel
of too much magic,
an overdose of sorcery,
the spells no longer cast
but drooling off the
edges of my lips
like spit,
my black cat dead,
the hands that once whipped
thunder into shape
now rattling through the
unforgiving dampness
of another's air,
my eyes so frail
in the broken mirror
they cannot even hypnotize
myself into believing
this isn't what I've become.
© 2014 John Grey
John Grey is an Australian born poet, recently published in The Lyric, Vallum and the science fiction anthology, ÒThe Kennedy CurseÓ with work upcoming in Bryant Literary Magazine, Natural Bridge, Southern California Review and the Oyez Review.
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