Casting a Poem

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The dragon returned to the magician. "Can we do something for The Poet Caster?"
The magician was pleased with his son's good intentions. "I'm sure we can. Take me to her."

They flew over her house, and landed softly. The magician walked into the garden.
She recognized him immediately. "Back to play more songs?"
He sat down opposite her at the garden table. "Not quite. Can you do me a favour? Can you record yourself reciting one of your poems into this little magic machine of mine?"

He placed a small, interesting looking device between them. 
She thought perhaps it was some kind of fancy mobile phone. "Sure. But why?"
He smiled mysteriously. "A surprise. Ready? Go!"

She recited a very simple rhyme about her writing, called "Casting a Poem." When she was finished, the magician tapped on the device a few times, and The Poet Caster heard her voice, surrounded by a mystical backing.
She was self-effacing as always. "Sorry about my accent."
The magician was used to her ways by now. "Your accent is wonderful. Australians are embarrassed about their twangy drawl, but the rest of the world loves it."

She was pensive for a moment, then a question came to her. "What happens now? I'm not really sure how all this works."

The magician took a long hard look at her. "What happens now? Whatever you make of now. Now is the best moment to sing. Now is the best moment to write a poem. Now is the best moment to follow your dreams..."

He hadn't answered her real question, because she hadn't asked it. "I meant to ask, what should I do, with my poetry? You made such a wonderful recording."

He stood up to leave. "What should you do? Remember always: You are a great poet. Share what you write with others, and they will realize it too."

They bid each other adieu. The magician rejoined his invisible dragon son, and they rose into the afternoon sky. 
This time it was the dragon's turn for questions. "She talked about casting a poem. Is that like casting a spell, making magic?"

While taking in the view over the Great Southern Land, his father responded. "Exactly the same, my good son. Every poem, every song brings magic into people's hearts. Has done so for thousands of years, and will for as long as the human soul exists."

...Part 5

The Poet Caster is alive and well and living in the Great Southern Land.