Dry Spell

Written by Danielle E. Pasqua

Copyright © August 4, 2017









The magician’s opponent tried a trick

He would give creativity a hard kick

A dry spell that could never be broken

He had the riddle that could be spoken

The only way to get the words of magic

To trace the performance of his habit

Just how he managed to take happiness

Since using his cruel trade was his best

One day it began to rain never ending

The dry spell’s curse began unbending

So the writer emerged from the dark

Songs of praise fell from her heart

One she vowed to never vanish away

And a charm of hope was left to stay