Rich Woman, Posing
Rich woman, posing
For the painting, smile –
It is not a crime, nor a treachery
To your race. Wonder
At your taut cheeks
Clenching a pursed lip
Structure. Rich woman,
Even Mona grinned and was
Remembered ’til she died.
Let flow the gauntlet and throw
The flowers that wilt into sand
Crushed under your petite
Hand. Rich woman, I beg you
Smile. If you can’t, what
More can I?
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CARD DRAWN:
NINE OF PENTACLES
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.
