The Hermit
A swallowing cave mounted with spiky teeth and a gluttonous bowel
Reverberating echoes mooning and grazing by the entrance’s tips
Polar tips that range from east and northeast to southern west
And flock the bats that beat their limbs to swerve outdoors
Prisoners piously dream neverendedly underground –
The sole warrior, bronze, unable to strike any foe
Or slash the trees into one, two, three trunks
Bending the rubber until it forms a base
Of silicon-extracts running the skin
And not a simple drawer falls
Nor a note unsung in tune
But the reverberation
Of the infinite and
Inconsolable
True in
Eye
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CARD DRAWN:
IX – THE HERMIT
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.
