This poem was written in the first couple of weeks after I met Dónall and it's based on my mishearing of the word 'modulation' - the word he used for the easy transmuting of one mode, one mood, into another, which the two of us experienced in our communicaions with each other. <br /> <br />I think my new word, 'magellation' means the magic of easy communication though words and touch, which we have found with each other from the start. This is the poem: <br /> <br /> <br />Last week I met a magic man. <br /> <br />I believe he knows: <br /> <br />How the world turns; <br />Why the wind is purple; <br />Where the clouds are blowing <br />In the high places. <br /> <br />I know he knows: <br /> <br />How I need <br />What I need; <br />Where I need it; <br />And <br />When I want <br />What I want; <br />And why I want it.. <br /> <br />When I ask him <br />How he works his sorcery, <br />He says: <br />'Magellation, dear love, <br />Magellation....' <br /> <br />And magellation makes the world go round, they say.....<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-d-nall-magellation/
