This penultimate poem of National Poetry Writing Month was inspired by The Chariot from the Robin Wood Tarot. I urge you to look at the card – it’s so fabulous that it’s almost campy. (Click here to see the card.) If I were going to create a live tableau of this card, I would cast Fabio in the role of the charioteer. I’m not sure where I’d get the unicorns.
Beneath a canopy of stars
Lo, I come singing,
harp in hand —
the sun on my breast
and my hair shining.
Unicorns draw me
through the desert,
and the dust of our passing
blots out the sky.
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