I admit that I sometimes dabble in writing poems. By and large, I only write them when an idea for one pops into my mind of its own accord; doing anything else tends to just feel forced. That notwithstanding I decided to see what would happen if I drew two tarot cards and tried using them directly as a prompt for a short poem. Here be the result...
victory in truce
a victory it is, of sorts -
not quite bartered away
or sold, that very last bit of your soul.
it lies here, between us - your dreams,
your words, your thoughts
only half-buried, tamped down
and heavily glossed.
it scratches at the back of your throat
as you stand in front of the waiting crowd,
smile, accept their applause.