Sunday 29 June 2014
Tarot
a game of patience 1937 by meredith frampton
shuffle the deck
slip slide down
within a salt scattered circle
carefully placed bloodstone
then tigers eye
set the tone
through the air of stale smoke
embassy blue
and crunching mints
my future turns
and tilts
with the emperor
the fool and the three of cups
daylight fades to shimmer
the knave of wands and temperance arrive
i throw the salt over my shoulder
before the devil and the ten of swords
gatecrash the pack
darkness descends to a single candle
i shun the tower and hermit
rose and geranium filter through the window
willingly i embrace the moon and stars
my patience rewarded.
29/6/14 KD
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Nice write and i had just popped a ginger mint in my mouth before reading this
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Sunday
Much love...
I swerve from tarot and all those kinds of things - even reading horoscopes! I did manage to read your poem all the way through though, and am unscathed. It suited the mood of the painting, I think :)
ReplyDeleteI almost went this way too! :)
ReplyDelete"willingly i embrace the moon and stars
my patience rewarded"
Nice work.
For some reason gambling and stale cigarette smoke go hand in hand. I don't like either! Wonderful poem!!!
ReplyDeletesuperstitions can be very damaging can't they? My mother spent most of our early childhood trying not to pass on the ones she inherited from her grandmother.
ReplyDeleteAtmospheric, great use of words.
ReplyDeleteWhat a ride, what a dance ! Thanks
ReplyDeleteClever playing with a Tarot deck! :-)
ReplyDeleteLoved the write, Kay
ReplyDeletei throw the salt over my shoulder
before the devil and the ten of swords
gatecrash the pack.
Gosh!!
all powerful stuff.
Nice to meet you ~ Eddie
Very smooth, nice images and I am still pondering those mints!
ReplyDeleteDon't know a thing about tarot, have never had the cards read, only my palm. And I suspect it was done on the cues that were cleverly fished for. I don't hold much to superstition, except as an amusing past -time. Salt over the shoulder falls into that category too. Although bad news usually does seem to come in "threes!" Clever little Magpie you've penned!
ReplyDeletemany thanks for all your comments they are so much appreciated!!...the smoking and mints refer to my maternal grandmother who smoked like a trooper, sucked mints in-between the fags, told me scary inappropriate stories as a child and always had a deck of cards about her somewhere!!!
ReplyDeleteInteresting take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteKay, you have really captured the slight darkness or edginess the painting has. I love it! Love Linda x
ReplyDeleteTarot cards can be a game of chance or not..you added a bit of mystery and I enjoyed the poem.
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