Summoned by spells

 

(A reflection on a conversation of Malcolm Guite)
the link to the conversation: 'A spell in the library'

As if by magic,

letters conjure a word, a phrase

a sentence which,

in later days

sets sleeping

imagination ablaze.

Upon empty page

is poured the ink, and blotched repose

haphazardly

in enchantment grows

as rivulet

to raging river grows.

As if by magic,

summoned by some strange wizardry,

pictures appear,

all sage and wisenly,

where none before

were loosed to liberty.

Upon empty page

in stark black typography

conjured colours

wander or amble by

and stir the soul

from idle lethargy.

And, for a while

time and imagination conjoined,

in spell for spell,

a picture thusly coined,

newly minted,

sorcerous sense rejoined