Wednesday night I facilitated a writing workshop at the library, “Creative Writing with Tarot.” Sixteen of us sat down with pen and paper and let ourselves get creative, with tarot cards for inspiration.
During one of the three-card spread exercises, I came up with a short poem for each of the cards I drew from the Tarot de Paris.
The Veil
naked she stands above the moon
draped with light and her own
fragrant hair
The Sun
the king is a fool who thinks
he is a god
the king is dead
long live the king
Stallion of Air
the moon’s horse cleaves
the night with chalken
hooves, its crystal breath
an icy cloud
(All images from the Tarot de Paris by J. Philip Thomas.)
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