Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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Queen of Swords, you come bearing a grail. What is the meaning of it? Your suits are blessed confusion.
You appeared in my cards at midwinter. Since then, I have religiously avoided sunlight, become deathly afraid of wood. Once High Priestess, I have become the Fool.
I journeyed to the underworld in search of a cauldron. Cerridwen laughed and filled it. I have tasted of the waters of life; Three drops of wisdom on my tongue, searing.
Blood calls to blood. I, the living, crave life. O sweet addiction! For one more taste of liquid fire I would brave the Watcher once more.
