Outside, the late sun yawns like the snoozing cat.
There are rainbows on the stars on the ceiling,
Refracted through the sun-sprite
(Pegasus rampant with crescent moon)
On the window.
Later, those stars will glow falsely, with
stored, reflected light.
They say the best way to learn the use of Tarot
Is to meditate, a year and a day, upon each card in turn,
Until, in year 78, The Wheel (Major Arcana, no 10) turns full circle
And the seeker becomes a Fool again,
Innocently wise, and fearing nothing.
The cooler outer air pulls incense plumes downward,
Chaos theory in a nutshell.
The makers will donate to the charity you choose when you choose your scent.
'Seaspray' fills the air.
The pack is new, and doesn't yet know the sound & shape of my fingers
Shuffling & riffling, I make them mine
And pull a card at random.
(c) Joules Taylor
I am a flame in darkness, voicing riddles in the firedrake's ear.
Through me the old gods speak again, risen from aeons long sleep
To stretch and gaze upon their failing earth
And raise her up to glory once again.
I sing in the voice of the blade striking sparks from ice,
The howls of winter hoarsen my throat
And my eyes ache glaring through the blizzard's blast.
Claws frozen deep in glacier heart,
I cannot run,
But spirit soars
To catch the first sundawning glints
Of shades of unearthly rose sparkling on the frozen sea.
I am the wind's brother, and mother to crag and pinnacle of ice,
Jagged daggered spires made solid beautiful, yet frail as life.
Call to me across the years - I may not answer -
Yet may you find me at your side,
Grey and honourable and pacing soft with you as you walk,
Silent ice-eyed guardian of all you dream,
Companion of night and friend to the dark.
© 1997 Joules Taylor
© 1999 WordWrights.