Fear pearls the water
with its tea of forbidden...
timid grows bold…
bold grows timid…
Wicked tunnels the tongue
tearing words from flesh.
Secrets bleed, but names
tightens its leash.
The belladonna moon
lends its stare so night
can’t hide the window of souls.
April writes its darkest poem
with tears collected from truth.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Day 15 #NaPoWriMo 2016
I got my word list from this section of The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.