Tarot Reading
You were The Magician;
you cast it differently,
but all my life you were
and The High Priestesses
you invoked never knew
as much as you.
Once I read for you
and drew The Moon.
I flinched, "a bad omen,"
but you said, "not for us,
we were named for that moon."
Names aside, most of all,
you were The Sun,
constant, light, and warmth.
When you died,
I bought new cards.
I smudged them with sage
and wrapped them in silken ferns,
blessing them for my journey--
for my journey still.
--Cynthia Sillitoe, April 2013
No comments:
Post a Comment