Sunday, April 21, 2013


The Hermit Uncloaked
Druidcraft Tarot

Nines fall from inside pockets.
Look within me.
Birds flutter, promise my future
with pentacles in their beaks.

Catkins twirl on maple trees
as I unhood my hawk,
my right arm steady, strong
under leather gauntlet.

You may perceive me as innocent
in my Celtic embroidered bodice.
but do not be deceived.

I walk this physical realm,
know this world of yours.
I can protect myself.
When I unleash my familiar,
he does my bidding.

Be aware.
My solitude is found
in Nines.

Copyright 2013
C.J. Prince

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