Major Arcana
You repeat your mantras.
The moon, cat-eyed and watchful,
ensnares like a spirit rattling in a cupboard,
follows like a panting dog,
possesses like the devil.
You pack a suitcase by the ocean.
You repeat your mantras of freedom, of minimalism, of escapism,
as you count coins,
look for signal graces in scattered beach glass.
How long is too long to delay the inevitable?
How many seasons can the prey hide before the hunter’s trap ensnares it?
Eventually, the moon bleeds.
The water dries up.
On the other coast, it snows;
and the land is flat,
and you sleep again, and the sorrow quietly lies in wait.
About the Creator
Carly Bush
I'm a writer with a passion for highly visual and quietly subversive literature. I contribute to Collective World and you can find my short stories and poetry here.
Connect with me on Instagram and TikTok: @carlyaugustabush
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Comments (13)
Congrats on Top Story!🥳
I feel personally attacked haha. The Moon is my least favorite card. I love The Tower. I love Death. I’m not afraid of The Devil. But The Moon? It sends chills up my spine any time it shows up in my readings for myself. You perfectly articulated why with this. It’s such a balancing act to be a dreamer, isn’t it? One must have a certain level of delusion to make something miraculous happen. They must believe in something no evidence backs. But there’s danger in that when fantasy eclipses reality and becomes escapism for what there’s truly no escaping. ‘and you sleep again, and the sorrow quietly lies in wait.’ What a perfect last line. 🩷
Loved this so much! Very beautifully written ❤️ New subscriber!
WONDERFUL ... I ESPECIALLY ENJOYED: Eventually, the moon bleeds. The water dries up. On the other coast, it snows; and the land is flat, and you sleep again, and the sorrow quietly lies in wait. Everything changes and we are often lost to that change. This is fantastic. congratulations on TS.
Very well done, Carly. I especially liked the ironic lines, "You repeat your mantras of freedom, of minimalism, of escapism, as you count coins". Congrats on a well deserved TS
Well said!
Your poetry is interesting. Buy I love this guy's poetry 👇 https://www.facebook.com/100010296994439/posts/2183692751983937/?mibextid=rS40aB7S9Ucbxw6v I found it on Facebook and it was worth my time!.
Kudos! Keep excelling in your work—congratulations!
Beautiful word play, I really enjoyed the flow of your words. Congratulations
I love this poem, it reads so well. The language is just incredible. You should be really proud of this.
Oh my. Simply beautiful.
Very creative!!
Beautiful! It reminds me so much of my favorite tarot deck, the Somnia