GOLD AND BLOOD

Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
                                     lotus leaf upon a sea


It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
                                    gold of her own heat


‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
                             So she murmured, so they did


To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
                              gloomy gold unshackling


Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
                               gold and blood morphing


Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
                               to alchemise pentacles cold




©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2018

so many choices, I am riddled with doubt
eight of cups, which one is the one

so many chances, I am riddled with dread
eight of pentacles, build myself up again

so many crooks, I am riddled with trepidation
eight of swords, I feel powerless just waiting

so many critics, I am riddled with consternation
eight of wands, I knew you were coming all along