We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

3.4.22

Taking Hold

For the April 'poem a day' challenge this year, I'm writing haibun to explore and reflect on my new Tarot deck, Forests of Enchantment. 


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The first day of April is April Fool’s Day – for playing tricks on one another, and having a laugh.


Card I, the Magician, traditionally can be a trickster: Master of Illusion. 


Mostly, it means real magic. Connecting with the elements. Drawing down the force of change.


Here, he is called Enchanter – old, wise, blue-robed, a pile of books at his elbow. His eyes are half-closed yet intent. His hands  move in a circle, shaping energy / smoke / visions. 


Appearing insubstantial, the space in front of him is the whole world.


morning and evening

in front of my small altar

I call in the light





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