(pulling one card from each new deck
to describe my present path)
The Celtic Oracle offers me a ride
with the Lord of the Underworld,
King of the Wild Hunt
pictured horned
and giving chase.
Change is promised
and chaos. I should think
before drinking from his cauldron.
New life — but am I ready?
The Wildwood Tarot gives me
Page of Stones, the Lynx,
and I warm. Lynx is a favourite totem,
telling me now: ‘Pay attention
to the physical realm, the effects
you generate.’ A strain of wildness
may need balance. There are new
beginnings. My pathway
is one of apprenticeship.
The phantasmagorical Vampyre Tarot
presents me with The Fool:
the original creative seed.
Change and chaos again, and infinite
possibility. ‘A renewal in any or all
of our human domains.’ Great leaps of faith
like moonbeams from dark clouds.
He is the god Pan, drunk with passion.
And he is perfectly balanced. I shall win!
(Even when no quotation marks are used, many phrases derive from
the texts of these oracles. Not entirely a found poem, but....)
the texts of these oracles. Not entirely a found poem, but....)
30 Poems in 30 Days: 20, three related objects
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