The prompt for today’s poem was the Eight of Cups from Juliet Sharman-Burke’s Mythic Tarot. (Click here to see the card.) I once again found myself pulled into the inverse tanka form I used the other day (7-5-7-5-5).
Wine-dark dream
beneath the moon’s last crescent
and the cloudless sky
I descend: the stairs feel cold
and lead me away
from my mother’s house
Readers and poets of the world – welcome!
The Daily Compost 