Chance: Six From a Tarot

This entry is part 1 of 13 in the series Chance: A Poetic Tarot

 

1

The yeast did not bloom
and the dough did not rise,
or the fire did not fix
the current in the air—

2

The hills were blue
and then they were fire
for when we lay upon them
their ice caps melted—

3

The hummingbirds must live
on the nectar of stones—
Have you seen ruby or green
tendrils marking their throats?

4

And the child stirred coals
to life in the grate,
then left food in the bowl
which the cat then ate—

5

Years later, the letter
arrived at the wrong address,
so the woman in the window waited
till she could sigh no more—

6

A man emerged from exile
of many years to marvel at the stars:
for each one hung above, he tucked
its twin into a sleeve of water—

 

In response to Via Negativa: Gambler.

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3 Replies to “Chance: Six From a Tarot”

  1. I like this so much, I’ll have to précis my feeling about it in a haiku:

    Whenever I feel
    Like inaudible autumn
    Your poems slow down.

    You should not listen.
    I am a just a brain of keys:
    Usual like sun’s pull.

    I swallow the sea,
    Of which I am not a part
    Craving like spring’s tease.

    It seems that my fears
    Have sunk like old abbey glass
    Vulnerably close.

    It ended up as four!! :)

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