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