Sorcery

SORCERY

A Ghazal

Small amber embers bloom in smoky swirls, some ling-

ering in the air. I travel on a smoke ring.

Trickery and slight-of-hand transport me like moonbeam.

Through a charmed mystery I travel. On a smoke ring,

So wispy thin and tenuous beneath my feet,

Directed by magic I travel on. A smoke ring

Of enchantment has embraced my fantasy,

In chimeratic seas I travel. On a smoke ring,

A gray puff of phantasmagoric artifice,

Can this truly be I? Travel on a smoke ring

Can be but sorcery, illusion or deception.

It’s a wicked witchcraft I travel on. A smoke ring

Conjuring potent prestidigitation has charmed

L. E. the Old Goat, and I travel on a smoke ring.