Mourning for the Oracle

themerrypapist

I'm walking through a titan’s green cathedral;

Giant trunks ascending to a vault

Of frescoed sunlight, sifting through

A canopy of softly singing leaves.

A summer’s haze of pollen and of dust

Enchants the tranquil chamber of this nave,

Betraying passage of the breeze like

Rising incense dancing.

I am suffused with hum of sacred silence,

But from my belly I begin to feel

A tide -

A rising wave, torrential spout of laughter,

And of tears.

-

Oracular geometry

Spread out upon the pitted top

Of seer’s Tarot table.

The room is hung with silver drapes,

And silver drapes the sagging neck of

Ancient, sulfurous, eyes-abstracted

Crone.

The cards, in color, place, orientation

Read to her a telling of the

Future, of things yet to come, and

Hidden truths within the pulsing

Viscera of riddles.

I saw her once from curiosity:

Behind a storefront’s fizzing neon glare

I sought a seeing from Madame du Lac,

With painted face and cigarette-stained

Hands,

And with those fingers did she deftly prod

The cards into a mystical position…

She muttered in the act of bending low,

Her cataracted eyes half-blinded by

Infinite web of probabilities.

-

I cry for her, within this vast

Basilica of instant-living things;

I lean my head against a tangled trunk

And laugh, in celebration of

The present moment’s certain mystery.

  • Author: themerrypapist (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2018 02:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: This isn't one that I feel safely about, so here's to posting poems in a state of uncertainty!
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 52
  • Users favorite of this poem: Lorna, Ecelis20
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  • Lorna

    I just hope you keep writing! I'm loving the poems ... your years on the road paid off I think..... !

    • themerrypapist

      Thanks Lorna! You're always so encouraging. 🙂



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