Transmutation – Through whispy air, transform. That one second when the the air feels good as it dampens your cheeks. Exact that ecstacy of the leaves rustling, one leaf blown away, landing gently many feet away from its mother. It will never see its root again ’til one day it returns to itself, once the offspring, now the nutrient.
Sparkling rod, broken from the branches of the tree. Its hardiness would play through your fingers, ridge upon ridge, the knuckles of your fists grating against its side. It is a branch broken violently from the tree; but in your hands, one, two, snap – from violence, let bear the straight eye of the smiling tomorrow.
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.