Shuffle the deck, draw three cards.
Will I find just bones and tears?
Crushing me as they appear.
Three cards within the circle lie,
dark as midnight, bleached bone dry.
My hand reaches, trembling...Ah! who waits to speak first?
Draig-Talamh, She who brings to light,
that which has been suppressed, hidden from sight.
Oh my sister, I am listening......
Nathair the Adder, sexual creature that you are
carry me between the realms show the desire within,
Snake-speak softly whispered, what.........
Corr the Crane, patient rich in hidden knowledge
lead me to that tender place where passion and magic meet.
wait I hear but.........
These three walk beside me now,
another voice must be heard,
one more card must be drawn.
Dahm, my Stag, you draw me by your scent.
If heaven did not dwell with in us each.
I would dare to think you heaven sent.
Knowing
you are here with me,
brings such palpable ecstasy.
Draw me out
Shed my skin
light the fire
The rut begins.
What has the rut to do with war?
Listen carefully.........
Only the strongest takes the prize
both are drawn from the same estate
vision alone determines fate.
I follow............
Author notes
photo deviantart
In a list
A contest entry
- Fantasy Writers....un-sheath your pens of fire! by FlamesDragoness.
1500 points, ended December 23, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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what a clever poem....vision alone determines fate....
well done!
you feasted your ink well and gave us all much thought!
flamesdragoness
thankyou for your entry, I apologize for the late judging!
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Great stuff!!!
Wonderful take on the prompt...
Creatively done with a seamless flow that made for a compelling read...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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Wonderful
Very creative and a terrific take on the picture. Best of luck in the contest.
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many thanks
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