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It’s time again for a Quadrille over at the Pub . The theme is ‘leaves’
The Magician
chewing on leaves
until show time –
hanging upside down,curling
your body into a J, wrapping
yourself in a gold studded shell
no cheap parlor trick – this
is the real thing –
you emerge
wearing a black and orange
cloak and
fly away
rhymeswithbug 
FANTASTIC. I absolutely adore this, Candy.
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Wonderful interpretation of the prompt, Candy. That metamorphosis we will all go through, like the seasons.
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Love the subtle playfulness in your verse ❤
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Creative idea.
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Lovely as a butterfly!
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Big smile, here. Loved this.
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I trully enjoyed this take on the prompt!
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I love watching that transformation…wonderfully put!
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That wonderful metamorphis.. From chewing leaves to butterfly -it’s magic
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sMiLes..
the best
leaves
FaLL color liFe more..:)
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Images in this poem are clear. Really well written.
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oh I LOVE this! So GLAD you posted — the magician chomping, munching on greens….and then “no cheap parlor trick”…love it! And it’s true, isn’t it? That magical thing that happens inside the chrysalis — and, voila! A beautiful escapes at the wave of the wind 🙂 Butterflies are indeed magical!
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“no cheap parlour trick”….great line
I really like your magical version of this metamorphosis!
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Oh, wonderful portrayal!
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Those little magicians migrate through our area and we have “raised” a few with milkweed leaves. No cheap parlor trick, a real miracle!
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Lovely take on the prompt. Good to be reminded of that every day magic. I love your little magician!
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