I'm Bewitched [r2] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Once you asked me about my vision - I
thought of times when I stood with a red-
head girl in a dreadful home economics
class, exchanging jokes which charged
the air with thrilling, bright-hued haloes

I remembered bike rides to school when
the grass was intense green after rain -
and the marvellous sensation of the wind
in my face as we raced down the street;
my initial discovery of Pride & Prejudice

I felt secret portals opening until I was in
another place, another time - memories
made my vision clear: to enjoy wonders
ecstatically, creating unending strings of
delight connecting steel-grey, ash-dead

Menacing cast-iron frameworks of reality -
a starting place for long leaps to heights
where only dreams exist; my vision is to
create a life of unfolding insights, sudden
understandings - flowers blooming from

An effervescence of shiny, overflowing
feelings recalled within eternity's infinite
reams of translucent pearls - dazzling in
life's colours; it's hard - yet experiencing
such perception is endlessly wonderful

Because then I laugh and run and offer
overflowing joy to others until there are
only smiling faces all around - and we
share a passionate affair with life: I'm
bewitched by these joyful pulsations

Creating a uniquely beautiful life…