is the art of psychic misdirection
a Jedi mind trick
an innate talent of Fae and witches
somehow born in me
a temporary transformation that
occurs
not
in the physical
but in the way that the
reflection
of
light
travels through the
eye
and is translated through the filter of
imagination
image-ination
my camera captures the reflection of
light
as altered by shape
distance and
chemical
composition
filtered into digital
information
reconstituted into
pixels
of coloured
light
on my computer screen
but technology
fails
to capture
my
reality
a spell is cast upon four
small
mice
and a round ripe pumpkin
Cinderella rides to the ball
but this is
not
by definition
transformation
this is
not
a change of form
like a
caterpillar sprouting wings
it is just a
trick
of the light
that
fades
when the clock strikes twelve
and we once again
perceive
the reality of rodent fur and
gourd
glamour is a magick
cast upon image
do you see?
I play with the images
as translated by my computer screen
digitally changing them
until they appear brighter
more defined
more
vibrant
until they resemble
the reflection of light upon form
as altered by shape
distance and
chemical
composition
and translated
not
by camera lens
but through
my
eyes
my imagination
my
emotional
experience
of reality
an aging witch queen
sits
lonely and bitter
in front of her mirror
her perception
of her own
image
altered by her
emotions
negating the
reflection
of
light
and she transforms
into
darkness
I play with image
as reflected by my mirror
applying line and
colour
until I appear
brighter
more defined
more
vibrant
casting a spell
drawn from the depths of my
imagination
it is
creativity
that allows me to subtly
shift
the direction of
light
as it
flows through me
altering
the way it reflects from my own
alchemical
composition
Cinderella rides to the ball
but perception is
subjective
and I wonder how
my
vision of
self
is translated through the eyes of
others
sometimes I think that my
own
magick
has overcome me
and I am entangled in a bright shiny
cloak
of
invisibility
that trick of the light
as reflected from one creative
facet
of
self
obscures the
whole
of my form and
composition
but if I were to be
examined
through the means of any other
sense
through sound
or
touch
or
emotion
my truth might be
revealed
and I wouldn't feel so
misunderstood
so
misperceived
so
lonely
