(for Dónall) Magellation Poem by Janice Windle

This poem was written in the first couple of weeks after I met Dónall and it's based on my mishearing of the word 'modulation' - the word he used for the easy transmuting of one mode, one mood, into another, which the two of us experienced in our communicaions with each other.

I think my new word, 'magellation' means the magic of easy communication though words and touch, which we have found with each other from the start. This is the poem:


Last week I met a magic man.

I believe he knows:

How the world turns;
Why the wind is purple;
Where the clouds are blowing
In the high places.

I know he knows:

How I need
What I need;
Where I need it;
And
When I want
What I want;
And why I want it..

When I ask him
How he works his sorcery,
He says:
'Magellation, dear love,
Magellation....'

And magellation makes the world go round, they say.....