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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?
My astrologer says
I have lots of water.
Moon, Sun, Mercury in Scorpio,
my ascendant Aquarius, the water bearer.
I float through this life,
and perhaps, the next.
Tadpole becoming bufo toad.
At night, I lie awake
listening to the pond chorus
from the water school.
Tarot of the Crone--0-Fool--Becoming formless and timeless is what you need to create a new future.
|Old Mermaid Sanctuary
A vision become real,
the Old Mermaid Sanctuary
The tyranny of nature rules here.
No lies, no despicable deceptions.
There are ancient shells in the Wash,
jackrabbits, bobcats napping in the grasses,
a carpet of desert wildflowers.
Silver-haired Kim and gentle-eyed Mario
welcome you, invite you to play.
And all the Old Mermaids will sing you to sleep.
Tarot of the Crone--Ten of Wands--Transformation--I went as far as I could go--and then went farther.
Oh let me be
I will scream
in the trees,
caper in my hut
on chicken legs.
With my mortar and pestle
I will grind the bones
of lying leaders
and chew their entrails
in my iron teeth.
I will wash the feet
of the resisters,
We will turn our backs
and all that does not serve
Tarot of the Crone--Seven of Swords--Imagination--I have the power to travel along roads I have not seen.
Baba Yaga is a witch of Slavic mythology
She gave me a gown and slippers,
a handsome prince,
eau de cologne
called Fairy Floss.
I am old now, my prince is dead.
I wear perfume
that is boozy
with sharp spices.
Cinder-Ella has gone to dust,
Non-rhyming Minute poem.
Tarot of the Crone--Grandmother of Cups--Godmother--How do you teach what is good, what is bad to others?