I wrote this little poem a few months back just for fun, it was one of those silly, giddy days.

Anyone who reads their own cards may well enjoy it, (or not), anyway, here it is:

 

Will The Tarot Speak to Me?

 

I have a question on my mind,
An answer, I just must find.

I get out my trusted deck,
concentrate now, I'm an emotional wreck.

Will my love prove to be true?
The High Priestess appears, the answer is askew.

Will my love come back to me?
The Ten of Cups makes me happy.

Has my love wandered too far?
The Three of Swords may leave a scar.

What will the final outcome be?
The card of Strength brings me relief.

Answer, answer, answer now!
I must have an answer, get the truth somehow!

Will these cards unveil the truth?
Or will they make me feel The Fool?

Cups and Swords and Wands and Pentacles,
please lead me to what you know is inevitable.

I ask you keep The Tower at bay,
Let The Lovers Influence just one more day.

 

 

Copyright © 2008 Brigid Bishop

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