Two magic wands

Two magic wands

And some spun sheep’s clothing

Whisper the magic words

In over through and off

Chanting and ceremony

In over through and off

Rote ritual memory

In over through and off

Tick tack tick trickery

In over through and off

Taut transforming artery

In over through and off

Bound to my family

Locked into memory

Animal labour slavery

Hides the shame of humanity

Into this world innocently

Over the years inexorably

Through sorrow and hilarity

And off again so prematurely.

© Jennifer Winterburn

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One thought on “Two magic wands

  1. Apart from more wide ranging thoughts, brings memories of my mother who, when I and my two syblings were young, toiled with those wands and the Singer. So, while often she did not know where the next meal was coming from, we were always immaculately turned out.

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