Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/1211684
Rated: 18+ · Book · Experience · #1211684
My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you?
I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you? *Heart*

floating flowers signature

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?

the golden mean

Previous ... 2 3 4 5 -6- 7 8 9 10 11 ... Next
April 15, 2019 at 4:26pm
April 15, 2019 at 4:26pm
Notre Dame--April 15, 2019

I was a silly, feral
young woman in Paris,
looking for romance, adventure,
throwing back cognac in the bars
dressed in jeans and boots.
I barely glanced at the Cathedral,
though today I cry,
and pine for a second look.
Worms will cover us all someday
though her stone gargoyles
may still stand.
The Madonna of the World is weeping.

12 lines

Tarot of the Crone--Ten of Swords--Revelation--Do not despise your yesterday self for not knowing what you know today.
April 15, 2019 at 12:47pm
April 15, 2019 at 12:47pm

Season of sweetness
dirt, seed,sun and rain.
Flour, yeast, water, salt.
Bone, blood, tears,
reach further than family.

Tarot of the Crone--9 of Disks--Community--The antidote to isolation is sharing.
April 14, 2019 at 11:46am
April 14, 2019 at 11:46am
Palm Sunday

A stormy Palm Sunday,
seeking a water cure,
rain sluicing my skin,
a tempest within, with out.

Tarot of the Crone--3 of Cups--Communion--Together we are One. Together we are More.
April 10, 2019 at 9:02am
April 10, 2019 at 9:02am
Water School

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
gleaning lessons
from the water school.

Tarot of the Crone--0-Fool--Becoming formless and timeless is what you need to create a new future.
April 9, 2019 at 11:28am
April 9, 2019 at 11:28am

The market
sells nostrums
to heal our wounds.
Snake oil
won't purge
our interior serpents.

Tarot of the Crone--Witch of Swords--Adversary--Be your own best friend and defense attorney.
April 8, 2019 at 1:40pm
April 8, 2019 at 1:40pm

A meander
through the planets.
Chiron in Sagittarius,
wounded healer,
I weep for all.

My Chiron is in Sagittarius

Tarot of the Crone--XII--Sacrifice--to sacrifice is to make sacred. Let it flood, let it go.
April 3, 2019 at 9:17am
April 3, 2019 at 9:17am
Old Mermaid Sanctuary

A vision become real,
the Old Mermaid Sanctuary
trumps DisneyWorld.
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.
April 2, 2019 at 8:40am
April 2, 2019 at 8:40am

Once upon a time
when womyn were birds
dawn was filled with songs
praising dirt, rock, sun,hands,bread.
At dusk, the womyn beat their wings
to cool the air
their voices rising
in cradle songs to sorrow.
April 1, 2019 at 9:36am
April 1, 2019 at 9:36am

Oh let me be
Baba Yaga.
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,
my sisters.
We will turn our backs
and all that does not serve
just cause.

Tarot of the Crone--Seven of Swords--Imagination--I have the power to travel along roads I have not seen.

17 lines

Baba Yaga is a witch of Slavic mythology

March 26, 2019 at 1:38pm
March 26, 2019 at 1:38pm

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,
now Godmother
to gravitas
ever after.

Non-rhyming Minute poem.
12 lines
Fairy-Tale: Cinderella

Tarot of the Crone--Grandmother of Cups--Godmother--How do you teach what is good, what is bad to others?

487 Entries · *Magnify*
Page of 49 · 10 per page   < >
Previous ... 2 3 4 5 -6- 7 8 9 10 11 ... Next
© Copyright 2019 ridinghhood--p. boutilier (UN: ridinghhood at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
ridinghhood--p. boutilier has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

Log in to Leave Feedback
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/1211684