Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt sounded interesting so I gave it a go. Grabbed my tarot deck, picked a card at random, wrote for five minutes, and then made a poem.
Here is the card I chose, from Juliet Sharman-Burke and Liz Greene’s Mythic Tarot :
It shows Orestes caught in the middle of a big feud between his mother Clytemnestra and his father Agamemnon. Not a happy story, and not the happiest of cards, admittedly. I almost threw it back in the deck and mined for a happier one, but I decided that it takes the fun out of things to only ever want to write about fun. Um. So now for a poem…
He holds his head in his hands,
this poor young boy,
caught between his Mother and his Father.
Tormented by inevitability
any choice he makes will lead to sorrow, loss,
and he fears the consequences,
but choose he must.
Grey skies with storm clouds on the horizon,
soil a barren wasteland,
terrain rocky and unforgiving,
he is a long way from home.
They try to claim him for themselves,
but they do not see him.
Did they ever question what he wants?
He stands in pure white,
but soon his garment will be stained with blood.
Will it be his or another’s?
Storm clouds gather on the horizon.
He holds his head in his hands, aching.