Today’s poem prompt is the King of Wands from the Enchanted Tarot. (Click here to see the card.)
Creative conquest
How strange it is for me, a warrior
clad in metal-studded leather, to stride
this embroidered land – its quilted
sky and paisley mountains, its calico
fields and gingham rivers. Am I the needle
piercing the world and drawing it
together with thread or the scissor
that divides and shapes it?
Welcome, global readers and poets!
Today’s poem prompt was the Six of Swords from The Enchanted Tarot by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber. (Click here to see the card.)
Over water
Do not weep, Mother; the waves
are soft and the boat sturdy.
We are not lost – see, the birds
know where we are! Sun shines, sky
blues, and breeze lifts our small sail.
There, there, Mother; the rainbow
marks our place, and the wide sea
holds us in her circling arms
so we cannot sail beyond
the safety of the round earth.
Be at peace, Mother; the night
will come, and with it the stars
in their glittering millions
to watch and the moon to steer
our little craft home.
Welcome, global readers and poets!
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