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I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you? How to Read the Tarot Begin by brewing a cup of tea, a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile, this is after all, your future. A reading at the dark of the moon is best, before the night creatures crawl and bad humours fill the air. Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif, and no reversals. Hold a question in your heart, shuffle the cards and place them on the table. Choose only two. Like the ancient Israelites, these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm, black and white, yes or no. Isn't that all you were asking? |
Womyn We began as an egg carried in a dark warm womb all our grandmothers singing stories to all the eggs we carry within from birth trembling prophets, whispered prayers along life's zigzag road moon mind dreams all connected by ancient threads Author's note: Concrete poem----supposed to be egg shaped. Couldn't figure how to do that. Sabian Oracle---Capricorn 14--Eiterr we make history or become a victim of it. |
Dandelions I fashioned a garland of dandelions placed it on my altar to the Queen of Heaven. She prefers weeds to pearls but sees perfection in both. In time the flowers will vanish scattering my prayers with their seeds. I have named the turtles in our pond and the tiny fish they feed on. Perhaps, it is all prayer. 12 lines Prompt: picture of a dandelion gone to seed Dark Goddess Tarot--2 of Water--Lorelei, goddess of unending desire--The deeper you go the harder your heart beats. |
Dance Emma Goldman said she wouldn't join a revolution if she couldn't dance. I am done with revolutions and the heavy lifting. I want to dance with mountains gambol with rivers frolic with trees. Not an Elaine of Seinfeld dance but one into the void. A curling of spine a vast gasp of breath. Anyway, there is nothing to do now. so, let's begin. 14 lines Prompt: Dance Dark Goddess Tarot--X--Fortuna--Wheel of Fortune--the high fall, the low ascend |
July 4, 2024 I refuse to say amerikka is beautiful, or magical. The plains and purple mountains weep. The cradle of democracy rocks no more splintered by amoral judges and felonious politicians. This once glorious and holy land besmirched by greed. Happy 4th of July burns to ash on my tongue. there is no magic to be found here. 14 lines Prompt: magical Sabian OrACLE--10 OF pISCES--GET your head out of the clouds |
Gypsy Soul I like to think I live at the edges but mostly, I live in my head. If I lived at the edge I'd be a gypsy chanting in the ancient wild mother tongue. 4 lines form: pantun Dark Goddess Tarot--Witch of Water--Haya-Akitsu-Hime--Every stream ends in the sea--there to rise again. |
Forever Young I want to wear my heart on my Self not just on my sleeve. I did when I was young imbued with hope and lit by a holy spark. Found feathers were magic wands to clear away the shadows. Storm clouds were just languid shapes in water. I open to that now, a cross I will gladly bear. 12 lines Prompt: picture of a young girl carrying a bedraggled feather Pholarchos Tarot--10 of Wings--Can the mind be wide enough to invite all things? |
Mist Mist is a puny word. No weight or gravitas like fog or deluge. no sparkle or whimsy like dew or spindrift. No muscle and action like spritz or soak. The Mists of Avalon Misty of Chincoteague misty watercolor memories I'd rather sob and shudder with holy tears than be misty-eyed. Perhaps it should be relegated to the mists of time. 15 lines Prompt: mist--Gaian Tarot--4 of Water--I allow the sacred waters to pour peace and contentment into me. |
Reflection I look at my reflection in the mirror. I see the long fade. No longer a foodie, nothing tastes the same. No longer a lover, sex doesn't delight. No longer a hiker, chronic back pain. But still, mother, wife, grandma, nurse, poet, mystic, seeker. Maybe, a long, slow fade. 13 lines Prompt: reflection Dark Goddess Tarot--Baba Yaga--Keep going, knowing the journey does not end. |
Pendulum I though I wanted ecstasy but that was not to be. I wanted joy a toy of mind. Let me be kind Small pleasures day and night, and now I settle for delight. 8 lines Form: Pendulum poem Pholarchos Tarot---3 of Sparks--Trust sweet blessings and the urge to amplify. |
Ecclesia Toss the robes and incense forget the aves and amens, give me a feral church an ecclesia of black madonna mad womyn. Our vestments are seaweed our liturgy whale song our commandments guided drift. We will pilgrimage to Saintes-Maries-de-LaMer and place St. SaraKali on our dashboards. We will honor all water divinities in exultations of song and dance. Water is life. Water is life. 14 lines Prompt: a woman lying face up by the seashore. Gaian Tarot--Guardian of Water--trust your dreams and intuition Author's Note--the Feast of SaraKali is May 24. |