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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