Two Fall From The Deck
by support
Posted to Feedback on 2002-09-04 07:51:00
Parent message is 276015
Here it is, Mandy:
“TWO FALL FROM THE DECK”
by magic_love
and flutter like lazy butterflies
down onto the moonlit grass
She hunches down
pushing a stray curl away
that had fallen in front
of her gaze
Her hand reaches out
a small hand
the oval rose rock
nestled by four silver leaves
tinkles against
the moon frog
hiding underneath
Breath held for a moment
her gaze caught by the stars
quickly, quietly
she turns the first card over
The magician
And at once her senses sharpened
the scent of warm rich earth
fills her
the rustle of the leaves
the quiet cricket song
She smiles
resting again
squatting on barefeet
she rocks a little
she is aware of things watching
the forest is alive
Beside the magician the
other card rests
Face down on the earth
The woman knows what it is
before she turns it over
a silent prayer within
her own
the very air alive
with suspense
Her inner self swells
as she reaches out with
two fingers
quietly
softly
turning the card over
The High Priestess
The crescent moon
kisses her brow
She smiles
Breathes into the night
twinkle in the eye
palms upturned
still crouching
she rises
arms outstretched to
the stars
The earth awakened
she turns
picking up the cards
and chuckling softly
under her cloak
she walks quietly
out of the clearing
the grass
caressing
her bare feet
and flutter like lazy butterflies
down onto the moonlit grass
She hunches down
pushing a stray curl away
that had fallen in front
of her gaze
Her hand reaches out
a small hand
the oval rose rock
nestled by four silver leaves
tinkles against
the moon frog
hiding underneath
Breath held for a moment
her gaze caught by the stars
quickly, quietly
she turns the first card over
The magician
And at once her senses sharpened
the scent of warm rich earth
fills her
the rustle of the leaves
the quiet cricket song
She smiles
resting again
squatting on barefeet
she rocks a little
she is aware of things watching
the forest is alive
Beside the magician the
other card rests
Face down on the earth
The woman knows what it is
before she turns it over
a silent prayer within
her own
the very air alive
with suspense
Her inner self swells
as she reaches out with
two fingers
quietly
softly
turning the card over
The High Priestess
The crescent moon
kisses her brow
She smiles
Breathes into the night
twinkle in the eye
palms upturned
still crouching
she rises
arms outstretched to
the stars
The earth awakened
she turns
picking up the cards
and chuckling softly
under her cloak
she walks quietly
out of the clearing
the grass
caressing
her bare feet
