Mystic Man

He weaves his wonders on the theatre stage
With mystic wisdom from a bygone age
Illusions without modern pre-filmed tricks
A magician truly earning his wage.
The sleight of hand when passing out a card
We could not see even though we looked hard
The Jack of diamonds the one you chose
He said, with a smile and kindly regard.
With a wave of his wand the rabbits came
From his top hat and no two were the same
Snow white and pale brown with twitching noses
Then disappearing in a flash of flame.
Enchanting our minds with all he displayed
But was it magic or just a charade?

© JG Farmer 2014

Form: Polynesian Sonnet


Artwork: Portrait of Felix Feneon by Paul Signac Registered & Protected  XUJA-LXYF-OT88-O97M


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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