I long for magic in my life… Does that sound silly? I long for wings and wands Instead of claws and sores. Flesh strips, flayed Vultures lay bare A raw heart– Rended Shrapnel shreds sisters, mother, father A familial holocaust A bone tableau Sylvia, Ingrid and Virginia Weave their wounds into words Spiralling down a well I long for wings and wands Instead of claws and sores. I long for magic in my life… Does that sound silly?
*Previously published on Elephants Never on (Oct 7 2019)*
Bio: Monica Kagan lives by the sea in beautiful Cape Town, South Africa. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in New Coin Poetry Journal (ISEA, Rhodes University), Crack the Spine, and Anti-Heroin Chic, and among others.
Twitter: @MonicaOFAH
Instagram: @monicakaganpoet
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