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!