Day 42: Ebb

Post Magic:

I am emptied like a discarded shell

no longer do I hold and mystery of growing

in my safe embrace,

that which I held has up and gone





This is how it is

once the flow of magic leaves me


I am the empty reed,

the pith pulled out of it,

hollow and empty:



“I am a spirit,

a word,

a thing of air and darkness,

and I can no more help what I am doing than a reed can help the wind of God blowing through it.”



-Italiacs from Merlin of the Crystal Cave, by Mary Stewart


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