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?




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.