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?
I love the title and every word of the poem. You paint a picture that is universal for those of us who have reached an age where we are comfortable in our skin.
I absolutely love this! The theme and wonderful attitude are great. It's worthy of it's own item and would be a great entry for a contest. It has too much rhyme for Shadows&Light. Perhaps Poetic Traditions as I see you've mentioned the wrapped refrain form. Where did I see that mentioned? Was it a contest? I've been overwhelmed with contests.
Mother Mary, born without sin,
pray for me. These tarot cards are new, slippery,
fall from my hands like your grace.
Today, the seven of swords.
I slog through the world's minefield,
carrying unnecessary burdens,
when these swords
these seven sorrows
might slice through them all
and free me.
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