The Wheel of Fortune from the Mythic Tarot was the prompt for this poem. (Click here to see the card.)
Three spinsters
My mother taught me to spin
plant and animal fiber into strands
for fish nets, for mittens, for tapestries.
But it was her mother taught me
to spin dreams into hope, desire
into possibility: for life, for love,
for the future.
Welcome, global readers and poets!
Today’s poetry prompt was the Page of Swords from the Mythic Tarot. (Click here to see the card.) This image makes me think of two of my favorite books from childhood: At the Back of the North Wind and The Neverending Story.
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Warm is the wind
that blows through
the imagination
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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
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