The Scryer
My little Nostradamus peers trance-like
into his own mirror of Galadriel
visions reflected for but a moment
before he's off throwing
a pebble into another scrying pool
changing the color, ebb, and flow
of nature's Magic 8-Ball
of fate once again.
by Margaret Bednar, March 24, 2012
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Today I am linking this with dVerse Poet's Pub Open Link Night. I wrote this over a year ago.
Scrying - a magic practice of seeing things physically in a medium (cyrstal, stone, mirror, water, fire, smoke)
Nostradamus - A famous 16th century scryer.
Mirror of Galadriel - a basin filled with water in which one may see visions of the past present and future, appearing in The Lord of the Rings.
Oh, I remember that position so well. Must have a picture of our youngest somewhere just like that.
ReplyDeleteA drop of oil/petrol might make that puddle even more fascinating :-)
ha. i like...kids and mud puddles eh? i like the thought of them as scryer, conjuring the future...and then on to the next one...familiar image of my boys too...
ReplyDeleteI like how you include someone so young as a soothsayer. Great.
ReplyDeletelove that pic!Wonderful verses!
ReplyDeleteThis is cute Margaret...from photo to poem!
ReplyDeleteSomething my boys used to do~ Now its my little girl, ha ~
ReplyDeleteGood one Margaret ~
Perfect.
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of my grandson. The picture is super cute. He's quite a scryer - the profession of most little boys.
ReplyDeleteA neat little scryer - look at that clean white coat!
ReplyDeletenice... so much magic in the everyday...made me smile..and the pic's just uber cool...
ReplyDeleteWonderful, and I've learned a new word. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDelete...aren't we all like that when reality is not yet discovered by fate & sing it before our tiny eyes? ha, loved this . ... smiles...
ReplyDeleteSeeing the extraordinary in the ordinary is a precious gift, which you have given to us in this poem, Margaret.
ReplyDeletewow...thats lovely.... kids luckier ...
ReplyDeletePerfect B&W image of this precious boy...and poem.
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