Poetic Reflections on the High Priestess Tarot Card

Truth sometimes reveals itself like a flower, and sometimes like a storm.

Petals unfold within the blossom of my mind and I wake up with the scent of rose petals on my pillow.

The night before all that lightning and I dreamed of the old castle, the high tower. 

The only way I see him now is in the half-haze of the astral plane where every passport is stamped ‘once upon a time.’

He’ll always be a man of smoke and schemes. And I will always be married to the truth.

I’m broody as the moon, with affections that wax and wane.

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in a hallway mirror and the girl behind the glass whispers the one prayer that she knows.

I am forever grateful that I can hear her.

An invocation is just another kind of omen.

I am forever grateful that I know when to listen.


 
 

Stella Wilde

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