The Star

Arise to me, fairest of all to see,

And borrow from the wishing brook my ear

That balances floating o’er dusky spill

And words to hear are n’er true ’til they show

Belligerent whisp shadows cower through,

‘Til when the pow’r eats up the man within

As comets fall under the sphere above

To blow himself fore’r, a mite can be.




THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.