Magical March Abracadabra
Magical Words
A tanka poem about caring words

life’s harsh surprises vow to stomp my spirit flat abracadabra supportive words from loved ones restore my deflated soul
I created my charcoal and conté drawing for an art class at a local community college years ago. We were given freedom to draw anything, and when I closed my eyes, the idea of this little cartoon family in a perilous situation popped into my brain. I can only guess why!
Perhaps my unconscious mind sensed the troubles coming to my family in the years ahead, troubles that loomed like the shoe of the giant in my drawing. Have you ever had that feeling?
We may be strong, but even strong people seek support from other earthlings. In difficult moments, hearing warm, kindhearted words from people who care can help to regenerate the strength within us, like magic. And we can work the same magic for them. Abracadabra! We create as we speak.
My poem is a response to Indubala Kachhawa’s Magical March prompt: ABRACADABRA, “I create as I speak.” Thank you to Indubala, the editors of Paper Poetry, and all the contributing writers for this delightful publication. I invite more writers to respond to this prompt before it ends on March 15: Neera Handa Dr, Connie Song, Margie Willis, Carlo Zeno, E. Scott Alighieri
