The glamour lives inside.
A Gaelic word I think,
the spell something seen
casts on the eye of the seer.
Something like that.
We live in witchcraft
though we know it not.
And witches are often
the kindest people, relieve
the tedium of the norm
with spectacular displays
of you’ve-never-seen-anything
like-this before. Shimmer
and shake, sole and slippery,
flies past too fast to focus on,
wraps round you soft as paisley.
Glamor. Gladness of the actual
seen for the first time clear.

2 April 2023