POETRY JAM - MAGIC

“The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.” - Benjamin Disraeli

“Magic” is the theme for this week’s Poetry Jam challenge - “Let us explore the world of magic in our writing and all that it means to us.”
Here is my contribution:

Nocturne

O, what a moon tonight!

A perfect, limpid night,

This year’s first truly summer’s night!

And in the languid garden, just watered,

In the heavy, warm, wet, jet-black air

Streams golden moonlight

From a bright, full orb of a moon.

The still, thick air is rich with perfumes:

The heady honeysuckle and gardenia,

The devastating bouvardia,

(A hint of green poison lurking in its leaves);

Homely, honest lemon verbena,

Pennyroyal, spearmint, peppermint

(High notes of freshness),

With:

Solemn parsley, pungent fig,

Bitter crushed ivy underfoot,

And sweet, dreamy, dusty lavender

(Fresh sachets)…

Melding with shadows, a black dog

Barks up at the face in the moon;

Melting with moonlight reflection in the pond,

The distant chant of crickets.

Mixed with the magic of the night,

Echoing in the stillness of green-black leafy shadows,

Coalescing in water drops that trickle down wet foliage,

Is the sound of my soft footfall,

(In empty garden).

Gently around the paths between the sleepless beds,

My steps, gingerly

Tracing an endless, enchanted circle

Of mystic insomnia,

(My daydreams made real by magic of the night).