May 13 was the centennial celebration of Fatima. Three shepherd children had seen the apparition of Mary in the spring of 1917, whom they called Fatima, and received three prophecies. They then saw her a couple more times, a total of six, between then and 13 October 1917. On 13 October, a large crowd had gathered at the Cova da Iria, in Fatima, Portugal, and witnessed a sun dance.
“According to accounts, after a period of rain, the dark clouds broke and the sun appeared as an opaque, spinning disc in the sky. It was said to be significantly duller than normal, and to cast multicolored lights across the landscape, the people, and the surrounding clouds. The sun was then reported to have careened towards the earth before zig-zagging back to its normal position. Witnesses reported that their previously wet clothes became “suddenly and completely dry, as well as the wet and muddy ground that had been previously soaked because of the rain that had been falling” (Wikipedia)
On 13 May 2017, Pope Francis canonized two of the children, Jacinta and Francisco. They died at age 9 and 10 respectively. The third child, Lucia, lived till age 97.
In your poem, reference the supernatural. You might want to use the words provided by The Sunday Whirl.
FOR MY NEXT TRICK
Out of his top hat, to the roll of drums,
appeared a bouquet of red carnations
which Mr. Magic added to the doves,
the rabbits, the hens––a long parade line
of unexpected tenants of that hat.
“How does he do that?” the children wondered.
The grownups nodded, so sure they knew
the oldest trick in the magic book,
but then from that hat he withdrew creatures
from the pits of Hell, forked-tongued speakers,
tasseled orange horns dangling, demons
trashing honor and love, flashing signs
“God is dead!” and “The end is not coming!”
As the crowds stampeded for the exits,
Mr. Magic waved his hat and bowed.
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