Happy Samhain!

A gypsy fire is on the hearth,
Sign of the carnival of mirth;
Through the dun fields and from the glade
Flash merry folk in masquerade,
For this is Hallowe’en!
~Author Unknown

Archetypes- a Poem by Michael Charboneau

I have been your King.
You bowed to my every wish
And asked what more you could do
To make me feel worshipped.

I have been your Warrior.
Standing guard, taking psychic blows
But lies make for poor armor
So I defected.

I have been your Lover.
Brief periods of intense heat
Seperated by cool looks
Days, weeks, months at a time.

I have been your Fool.
Through it all, a toy to be hidden
When you were ready to play
At being an adult again.

Lovely Tarot Poetry from Susa Black

Tarot Augury

We shuffle the Tarot
and cut the cards thrice,
to learn and to grow
from their sage advice.

What tell the cards
We lay on the table?
We ask in regards
To our life’s fable.

Whom do we follow
Trump, court, or pip, when
we embark on the hallowed
journey of Seership?

What do we see
In the shadows around?
We hold the key
Where our answers are found.

What do we hear
From ghostly voices?
There’s nothing to fear
From their eerie noises.

What do we smell,
An otherworld fragrance?
What can it tell,
Of the vagaries of chance.

What kind of taste
Lies on our tongue?
What memories are raised
From when we were young?

Whose cold touch
Prickles our skin?
Ghost, goblins and such
Haunt from within.

What do we know
From uncanny sources?
Do our visions show
Strange new forces?

We thank the Tarot cards
For their mystic sight, and
The Seventy-two bards,
Whose stories enlighten.

Smb, 2009