In my work with the folklore and music of children’s games and circles, I’m enchanted by how many bits of magic are interwoven into everyday children’s games from many, many years ago. Our childhood closely intersects with the deep, witchy, magic world of spells, talking animals and whispering spirits.
POEM: “Hopscotch Spells”
One, two, three, O’lary,
four, five, six, O’lary….
I’m pulled like a slingshot’s band
back to those childhood, everyday spells.
Ally, ally, in-come-free!
Each day, we’d open the screen door
and hurry to our witches’ college,
pursuing a degree in the Child’s School of Magic.
One potato, two potato, three potato, four!
What drew us to each other this way?
The circle of street kids, our pals,
our fists beating out the rhythms,
our jumps and our skips conjuring powers.
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