Friday, December 21, 2012

another tarot-prompted poem

(Needed a break from this...desperate academic writing I am still stuck doing. Another attempt at this particular exercise/idea....)

the strife
within us burned. 
we glowed, golden 
in our fury; shined
as we scratched,
sliced, fought.

higher, always
we climbed as the flame inched up.
it laughed in our belly. a mind
tickled the soles of our feet -
we tried to grow wings
but could not rise,
lacked speed.

now we dance,
fold into each other blind -
now we fly,


thesycamoretree said...

I love the tarot-inspired poems you do. :)
May your paper come together seamlessly and flow effortlessly from your mind!

Bonkers said...

thanks and ha, I wish :]

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