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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1641055
for the Defining Poetry contest, the tarot reader
The Reader

Luna Lacuna, not her real name,
a failed Catholic, reads Tarot in her kitchen,
despises Ratzinger, reveres Wotyja, waits for a female Pope.
She serves cream sherry, Almonettes, has a brisket in the crock-pot.
Here is your card, The World , a great big beach ball,
but air is escaping. You have the world on a string, the whole enchilada,
but The Devil is crossing you. Hell is filled with good intentions.
I never read reversals she says, life is too hard anyway.
I play Go Fish with the children, using multiple decks.
Here is the Chariot. Row your own boat. Steer your own course.
I go to Weight Watchers every Tuesday.
The last card, ah, The Star , sweetness and light,
go home, run a bubblebath, play Stella by Starlight,
Be grateful.




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This is a bit of whimsy inspired by a small section of T.S. Eliot's masterpiece The Wasteland. The section is a description of a European seer and card reader. I am a Tarot student and was charmed by this interlude in his master work. I loved the line "she has a wicked deck of cards". My reader is an ordinary housewife, no mystic, and pretty banal.
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