The weekend offered such a powerful confluence of events (Juneteenth, Mercury going retrograde, the solstice, a solar eclipse, the sun entering Cancer, Father’s Day) that I decided to lay out some cards and see how things might look with a different frame. I used the stunning Dreams of Gaia tarot (a gift from my sister-in-law) and a spread from Whitsunday Oracle.
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It’s Saturday, so I feel kind of lazy, but I also want to write, so I decided to play around with a new (to me) poetic form, using words from a rather lovely (and unexpectedly uplifting) tarot post by fellow gardener/crocheter/poet Colleen Chesebro.
I can always count on tarot to spark my imagination. This is from the Fairy Tale Tarot (Lisa Hunt, 2009), a gorgeous deck that is out of print but digitally available thanks to The Fool’s Dog. This image came from their Tarot Sampler IV.
A woman may swallow a seed
that is not a seed and bear
a child that is not a child.
A selfish old man may indulge
himself by pretending
to indulge his grandson.
A child that wants to play
with a box may be a raven
who steals back the sun.
A child may be a raven.
A box may hold the sun.
A thief may be a hero.
Things are not always what they seem.
This is a typically lovely image from a beautifully realized and truly magical deck. A whole host of ideas and poems presented themselves when I saw it. Here is one of the better efforts.
on the pond’s mossy bank
I watch dragonflies
rise from predatory depths to shed
their nymph bodies caught in the surface
tension, trading gills for wings
and viscous water for liquid sky
Here’s a poem inspired by one of the cards I used in last weekend’s tarot writing workshop:
the emptiness looms
long and dark, a shadow cast
by the setting sun
the night must always
yield at daybreak, but it seems
so long in coming
And here is the card itself:
Today is the last day of April and thus the final day of National Poetry Writing Month. My participation this year has been very successful and productive, and I thank everyone who has read or posted for your inspiring devotion to the poetic arts. The final prompt for NaPoWriMo 2016 is The Sun from the Rosetta Tarot. (Click here to see the card.)
Act of faith
Some days my heart is
on my tongue, hanging out
for all to see, and my words
have wings and spiral
to the heavens where they echo
the first moments of creation.
This penultimate poem of National Poetry Writing Month was inspired by The Chariot from the Robin Wood Tarot. I urge you to look at the card – it’s so fabulous that it’s almost campy. (Click here to see the card.) If I were going to create a live tableau of this card, I would cast Fabio in the role of the charioteer. I’m not sure where I’d get the unicorns.
Beneath a canopy of stars
Lo, I come singing,
harp in hand —
the sun on my breast
and my hair shining.
Unicorns draw me
through the desert,
and the dust of our passing
blots out the sky.
The Wheel of Fortune from the Mythic Tarot was the prompt for this poem. (Click here to see the card.)
My mother taught me to spin
plant and animal fiber into strands
for fish nets, for mittens, for tapestries.
But it was her mother taught me
to spin dreams into hope, desire
into possibility: for life, for love,
for the future.
The prompt for today’s poem was the King of Swords from The Ellis DecK (sic). (Click here to see the card.)
I may not have all the answers, but I do
have some of the questions. Darkness and light
are entwined so that only the sharpest
mind can discern between them.
The sword on my lap is Damascus steel, supple
and irresistible as water. See those wavelets
of charcoal and silver in the blade? It can bend
without yielding and hold an edge fine
enough to split truth from truth.
Today’s poem prompt is the King of Wands from the Enchanted Tarot. (Click here to see the card.)
How strange it is for me, a warrior
clad in metal-studded leather, to stride
this embroidered land – its quilted
sky and paisley mountains, its calico
fields and gingham rivers. Am I the needle
piercing the world and drawing it
together with thread or the scissor
that divides and shapes it?