The Magic of Your Circle
Day 29: One Month of Magic
Today’s prompt is about the magic of your circle. The Ride or Dies who remind you of your magic—of life’s magic—especially when you feel low.
Standing by someone, regardless of mood or circumstance, is something holy and intimate. Friends can talk every day or not for years and pick up with the same laughter and ease. There is magic in being one another’s cheering quad and challenger.
Read “Girls’ Night Out” By Kate Baer.
Girls’ Night Out
Kate Baer
In restaurants, we argue who will
pay even though the real question is
who will confess their children are dull
or their marriage has holes in the knees.
We order french fries, salads, brie
Hold wine to our lips. Pull truth from
our bags that we kept all along.
She wonders— do you remember when
I cried in the cab. Wore that shirt with
the sleeves. Left him alone in the rain.
We do, we do.
Prompt: Write a poem about your circle (or someone in it) that makes you believe in magic. How did the world bring you two together? How do they reflect the best in people? How is your life more magical with them in it?
A piece of my poetry circle is broken. A friend who listened and let me talk through poems with him has distanced himself from me. Makes me beg him to read my poems. Blows me off like I'm a worthless nobody. Why? I don't know. But there's magic in being over kneeling at his feet and begging--my poems deserve more than that. I reached out to a poet I admire, who I've never met except on zoom open mics, and I asked him to be my poetry buddy. He said yes! I don't think I'd have reached out to my new poetry buddy if my other poetry-friendship hadn't broken. Sometimes the best magic can be found among shards. This isn't a poem, but poems will flow from it. And perhaps stepping away will allow my broken friendship to mend--who knows?