Magic Realism Poem by Haleh Esmailian

Magic Realism is the narrative of my life,
As focalised by your voice!
Thematized all over
With sparkles of your stardust!
Magic Realism is the tale of my becoming,
A journey through which,
Your mesmerizing uncanny is a must!
Your supernaturalness, Your hermetic mastery,
Along the plotline, make the elements of this tale,
irresistible to trust!
Magic Realism is my current life-genre!
Spellbound!
Enchanted!
Captured and rearranged!
Still in my ear
Your whispered undertone of some Abracadabra.
Magic Realism is my life story now so unbreakable!
Your devine-demon presence!
Turnning all the magic into real!
Making all the events cogitable!
Magic Realism is the chronicle of my life within your palm,
Practised by omniscient alchemy of your hand.
The setting of its plot,
Wielded and implanted as you demand
With Talismans,
The souvenirs from your hidden ‘WoundLand'.
Magic Realism, incomprehensible it is for scholars and critics!
Your hidden eeriness,
Defies their blindness,
and all their ordinary analytics!
Magic realism,
If devided in two,
Means:
I am only ‘real', when my ‘magic' is you!
Don't ask me to cite it!
Don't ask me for sources!
Who cares about references,
Or an advanced Biblio? !
Magic realism free from margins,
is best defined here!
Perfect in ratio!
Come take a look at yourself,
from no other perspectives,
but from my point of view.