#pentacles
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
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
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
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 11:57 AM UTC