Magic is this week’s prompt for Writers Island. For me magic is not to be found in the supernatural or conjuring tricks. It is in the inexplicable and may lead to enchantment. It’s something I left behind when, as a child, I stopped believing in fairies. Things experienced as a child have a magic that we lose as we become older. The stories of Hans Christian Anderson, particularly ‘The Snow Queen’ and ‘The Wild Swans’, are pure magic.
Mathematics is also magical. My daughter used to think I was mad when I got excited about finding the solution to a problem in algebra. Linking mathematics and poetry was the January prompt for readwritepoem.
The number of words in the first seven lines of the poem is the first seven numbers in the Fibonacci sequence (1,1,2,3,5,8,13), which I’ve then reversed. Many natural phenomena like the shells of snails, and the golden section, are based on the Fibonacci sequence.
tumbles and twirls
in clockwise motion balanced by
counter-clockwise before falling through a gauze of blue
to multiply into thirteen pink feathers made of silk and spin like skaters
then tumble and twirl onto a green gauze
falling through as multi-coloured quills
overpowering the girl