I'm trying a new (to me) form of poetry.

We were not the richest of families.  In our house we never had anything second-hand.  It was always 'new to us' stuff.  Just word play?  Possibly but it made a huge difference to the way we looked at things we got.  Everything was new since we hadn't had it before.  It had history and we could invent a past for it.
Maybe it is why I love charity shops.  I can buy 'new' furniture for my house that is sturdily build but quite cheap from Charity shops.  I can change it when I want by donating it back to that or another similar shop.  I haven't wasted money, I have made donations to charity.


Anyway, back to the poetry.
The poetry form is called a nonet.  It consists of nine lines.  The first line has nine syllables, the second eight and so on down to the final line of one syllable.


Here is my attempt.

Magic

There is lots of magic in the world

Just look around and you will see

Lights that come on with a switch

Aeroplanes in the sky

Done by science? Yes.

But still magic

Enough there

For me.

See?