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Spring 2024

Always There

A poem of hope by Charlie Steak

Always there

Did I really believe at fourteen
that if I found a cloak and the right stick
and made my way to J.R.R. Tolkien’s door
he could teach me to become a wizard?
Was I sure, at fifteen, that Pan had been seen
at Findhorn, and that magic existed in hedgerows?
Was that me, naked (well, in underpants only)
on the lawn in the moonlight?
Why did I think, walking in the long grass
on the canal bank with a tangled crown of hips
and ox-eye daisies, amid more nature than I could name,
I could cross into Puck’s world?
Centuries later I look into a mirror
lit only by candles each side, studying
the same dark eyes, wanting to believe
the not easily seen may still be found.

Charlie Steak currently lives in the southwest USA, where he hikes a lot. The winters are great but gardening in summer resembles Armageddon (or maybe Mordor). He has written for Space 55, Synthetic Human, Rising Youth Theatre, and other organizations. His poetry has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Bluebird Word, Constellations, Dogwood Alchemy, Hare's Paw, Orion's Beau, Pinyon Poetry, Tangled Locks, and Two Hawks.

Copyright © 2024 by Charlie Steak
Published by Orion's Beau
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