"Ode to Beatrice" by Karley Misek

Ode to Beatrice

By Karley Misek

When I think of magic the only

Thing I find is you–

What does it mean for the

Magician to die?

You, the only creator in the 

Voice of a poet.

Houdini escaped everything

Besides death–

Even the war, the revolution,

The red, red, stains left

In Budapest

But you, Beatrice,

Who are you without magic?

Is love the key or

The lock?

Or, the handcuffs keeping

You together

Fused as one,

I dream of drowning

In oceans of memory–the

Grey, polarizing eyes of

My family.

But love, locks, life kept in chains

There is no freedom without a fight

There is no love without

A loss

And you, alive after him,

You, escaping.

What are you besides

A magician?