Free verse № 20767
The Devil Made Her Do It
She opens the box
And draws out her cards
Smudges the surface,
Smoothes out the cloth
She shuffles and hums
And quiets the mind
Brings in the light
Closes the blinds
Pregnant with question
Making a mantra
Tapping the deck
She slaps out Arcana
Adjusts the Hanged Man
Across the Priestess
Above and Below,
Present and past
Her goal, her future,
Her self, her blocks
Answers form
In Coins and Cups
Now that she knows that
Confront him she must
The Tower will fall
But the Fool's in the past
When Judgement comes
Temperance answers
She looks at the spread,
Bared here in this cross
Inverts the last card
And laughs for her loss
11 comments
you see me, mr c.
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