The Magician's Hall--By Keith O. J. Hunt--Canada

The Magician's Hall

The wind is in the west
   and the moon large and low,
   the tapered horizon aglow
   with the recesses of a withered day;

How symphonic a minstrel display,
   tallied up like gathered notes to eve's call,
   and the swooning lake ----

How the waves chase the eastern fringes of the bay,
   they ask not why they go this way
   (or that)
   yet merely harken God's call
   as they persist their way,
   fain without promise.....

And cresting my observations,
   as if in some pantomime-movie play ----
   I mused:

Where is the Projector?


Keith O. J. Hunt is a Classic-Romantic poet who generally prefers the older styles which he finds the greatest way to express his thoughts. He loves people, nature, spirituality and all things beautiful. Keith lives in Ottawa, Canada and has been writing poetry for 15 yrs.