Queen of Swords, you come bearing a grail.
What is the meaning of it?
Your suits are blessed confusion.
You appeared in my cards at midwinter.
Since then, I have religiously
avoided sunlight, become deathly afraid
of wood. Once High Priestess, I have become the Fool.
I journeyed to the underworld
in search of a cauldron.
Cerridwen laughed and filled it.
I have tasted of the waters of life;
Three drops of wisdom on my tongue, searing.
Blood calls to blood.
I, the living, crave life. O sweet addiction!
For one more taste of liquid fire
I would brave the Watcher once more.
STAI LEGGENDO
Excavations
PoesiaOld poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024. Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...