scorpio full moon square pluto

4/23/24

Bless-ed day

in which I allow my inner 

darkness 

to alchemize and integrate to gold 

glimmering in the cave of this wanton, wondrous heart!

In which all are invited (or shoved) to explore the fathoms:

sensuality and death of the Old 

to emerge glistening from the dank earth, the hungry worms and thorns as

a violet labyrinthine rose face 

held in dew and black shadow.

Out from the jewelled cave we emerge born of our own repaired harm

the essence of myrrh dripping from our neck and shoulders

a cavernous breath of fog about our toes reminding with electric tingle -

felt throughout -

we can return again and again.

For further rumination:

https://open.spotify.com/track/2fuYa3Lx06QQJAm0MjztKr?si=yzUxEchBR4GK6LlzE5KovA

Above Image: [This image is designed by Frances. It is her own interpretation of the death card in Tarot. Therefore the word “death” is at the top and the number thirteen is in Roman numerals at the bottom. Images seen in the card include a dark purple rose, tree roots and moss, a cave, an ominous skull, the moon and the constellation Scorpio just overlapping it, and Pluto 90° to the left of the Moon. An hourglass can also be seen next to a gold colored crystal emerging near the cave’s opening. The image has layers of purple, gray, green, blue and some red. There are layers of mist and gold dust. ]

**This image was made after writing the poem. Frances suggests people should conjure their own imagery with any poem instead of relying on others/hers. This would then be a practice of embodiment.

My images and my words are simply an example and art doesn't capture the imagery originally felt and experienced in the poem except in part.