Photography, Poetry

Magic 9

The Magic 9 is a newer form. I have no idea who created it, but I found it on Writer’s Digest. It appears to have been inspired by a poet misspelling the word “abracadabra” (seriously, just take away the r’s and you’ve got the rhyme scheme).

This 9-line poem doesn’t have any meter or subject matter rules–just a rhyme scheme of abacadaba.

I’ve decided to answer the week’s #tellmesomethingtrue question with this poem.


After snow and so many dark days,
birds begin to sing again,
and early blooms reach for the sky.
The breeze smells earthy under the sun’s rays,
and though it remains crisp in the morning,
by afternoon, pleasant heat stays
just long enough to begin
growing hope as winter fades.

By the way…boobs are magic, so I’ve added them in here at the end in honor of #boobday. Happy Friday!


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By Brigit Delaney

Welcome to my little corner of the internet! I am a blogger, poet, photographer, and writer of erotica, living in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I'm glad you came. Sit back, kick off your shoes, and stay awhile.


  1. The edit here reminds me of the marbled papers used in the endpapers of books, particularly in the Victorian era. Your image would have done nicely as an endpaper to a book of Victorian erotica! Lovely pics!

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