Magical realism in poetry — that’s almost redundant. Isn’t the elevated world of a poem necessarily a magical one? The magic comes from close attention –the writer’s and the reader’s — o the people, beings, relationships, and things of this world, and to the associations we have to those observed phenomena. To enter a poem, or any evocative piece of writing., is to go to another world, to enter a place both alien and transformational, one both deeply personal and yet universal.
A poem about water rushing down a small creek, bending bushes and grasses, can make me feel like the bent and twisted weed, crushed by life’s flowing forces. A poem of lament can raise my own sorrows and pull me into their gravity. Good, imagistic writing invites us
Here’s my poem that began with paying attention through a restaurant window to a small creek outside. Gradually my observation became a journey and then a foretelling, and then I was carrying love on my back. Poetry is by definition magical realism: writing rooted in realism but splashing wonder in all directions. More