Four of Clubs


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Four of Clubs

Bite off a piece of the Moon
and cogs will rain down.
Your soul will spread
to two ivory hands:
The hour hand will rip the sky,
the second hand will slumber in ground.
At midnight the silent flowers
ought to wind you up.

Transfuse a single lash of Sun
with a funnel to a throat
and wine will disgust you.
You will mumble proverbs sober
into the yellow cap of the daffodil.
You will smith arms of gold
for hearts of iron.
You will sweat while your teeth are clattering.

Uncoil the stars from their hanks,
sew to your paunch,
Dance until you trip,
until you hit the nadir
and not create
a new cosm, but dust.
The girls with blue eyes
sweep you under the rug.

Pick breath.

*From The Deck of Cards series

~ by Oloriel on November 11, 2014.

14 Responses to “Four of Clubs”

  1. Somewhere along the way I found a moonless night, but for a slither, where cultivated fields of flowers waist high calculate in through a forest’s fringes, windows, and open doors.

  2. This whole thing just smells of opium. Hehe…I wish I could bit off a piece of the moon! I love the way you’ve twisted up a dark tale with a happy one. x

    • I read your comment, then re-read the poem, and was like Oooh, the clattering and the shivering, aha, thats why opium! Seeing I am not very familiar with the effects of it, or any drugs and medicine outside of reading about them, the shivering and clattering mean entirely different things to me! But reading it from your perspective makes me feel as though my thoughts and yours, even though they can be entire worlds appart, fit so well, like a puzzle. I think this is why I am sticking with these Cards series for so long and I guess perhaps that is the reason they do work when used as a divinationd evice 🙂

  3. “Bite off a piece of the Moon
    and cogs will rain down.”

    There goes Oloriel.

    Rich in language. Rich in imagery. It is a rich poem. From a wise, inspired and inspiring prolific poet.

  4. I’m in love with this! You’ve always been a favorite WP poetess of mine. 🙂

  5. like a piano melody!

  6. I love how you have created the meaning in that contrast between the good and bad,. Just like painting the real meaning lies in how you put two color next to each other.. Just like the name of your blog,

    • I wanted to show how wishing for grand, magical things at times only does us harm, and we should take it 1 breath at a time. Thank you very much for reading!

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