{"id":12600,"date":"2021-11-04T16:13:34","date_gmt":"2021-11-04T16:13:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=12600"},"modified":"2021-11-04T16:13:34","modified_gmt":"2021-11-04T16:13:34","slug":"poetry-carmen-palomino","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2021\/11\/04\/poetry-carmen-palomino\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry: Carmen Palomino"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ace of Wands<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Fire & Desire<\/strong>
\nAnd then, at the right time
\nfrom the heat of our hands
\na love that was old and new
\nlit up like a torch
\nburning from the depths
\nlike fire to the turf.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Eight of Wands<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"
\nBOOM!!<\/strong>
\nSomeone\u2019s heart whispered:
\nBoom!!!
\n<\/em>And\u00a0everything<\/em>\u00a0blew up<\/p>\n

The Earth stopped moving
\nand when the dust settled down
\nthe two lovers stood naked\u00a0alone<\/em>
\nhand in hand, in a desert land<\/p>\n

Isn\u2019t that scary?
\nWould you still like to try?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Queen of Wands<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nBracken
\n<\/strong>You smile and beam
\nlike a young maid
\nwhen the wind
\nwhispers your name<\/p>\n

Rain sings
\nthe tales of the Earth
\nto your soft green
\nferny flesh<\/p>\n

Ancient sap knows its way
\nup from the hidden rhizome
\nnourishing your spiral sons
\ncurled foetal croziers<\/p>\n

Axis stretching out
\ntrough blade and frond
\nSorus keep your secret
\neternal life spreading spores<\/p>\n

You are precious and wise
\nas you are old.<\/p>\n

<\/h1>\n

Six of Cups<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nMy Naoise<\/strong>
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

My Naoise,
\n<\/em>don\u2019t you know
\nI only have eyes for you
\n<\/em>even if I look somewhere else
\n<\/em>I can only see your face.
\n<\/em>If the raven shows up
\n<\/em>in its black plumage
\n<\/em>it reminds me of your hair
\n<\/em>When you smile at me
\n<\/em>the world is gone
\n<\/em>and only you exist, my love
\n<\/em>And when you touch me,
\nMy Naoise,
\n<\/em>warm blood melts the snow
\n<\/em>and we live inside a legend
\n<\/em>a thousand years ago.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Page of Cups<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nGanymede Ascending<\/strong><\/p>\n

You picked the snow goose feather for your quill pen
\nto write poems about me
\nYou feel my breath burning in your human heart
\nbut\u00a0my essence is too subtle for your mind to grasp<\/p>\n

You thought you were in Love
\nwhile it was Love that was Love in You<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll make immortal the beautiful young one
\nWhen the Eagle calls,
\nthe sweet cup bearer who made you drunk
\nwill be pouring\u00a0mead\u00a0<\/em>on your cup<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t search for clues or reasons
\nDon\u2019t dwell on platonic delusions
\nDon\u2019t cry for what you think you\u2019ve lost
\nFor you have only won<\/p>\n

Look inside you\u00a0now<\/em><\/p>\n

Love Loves You
\nYou are Love.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Knight of Cups<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nWhite Heart<\/strong><\/p>\n

Some people
\nwith their panoptic, utilitarian minds
\nclaim that Love is a choice
\nAs if you could just choose to love anyone
\nThey say there\u2019s no special chemistry
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not Love\u201d<\/em> -they say-
\n\u201cThat\u2019s just Lust\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Well, if it\u2019s Lust<\/em>
\nthen I lusted you deeply and truly
\nI lust you so much
\nand I\u2019ll lust you till the end of Time
\nI lust for the beat of your white heart
\nin the palm of my hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ace of Swords<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nTruth<\/strong><\/p>\n

It is the truth now coming
\nI\u2019ve been deliberately blind
\namidst the fog of many Sundays
\nIt is the truth I avoided
\nThe comet following
\nits interstellar track
\nThe heavy ball in the bowling lane
\nspeeding up towards me
\nlike an unstoppable slap
\nIt was here inside me
\nand it was true all the time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Two of Swords<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nTo my Future by the Ocean<\/strong><\/p>\n

You and I cannot claim a future
\nall we have is\u00a0this slippery moment
\nnearly out of our grasp
\nI wish this could be us
\nso\u00a0in dreams I track back
\nscattered spaces and words dispersed
\nto find the thread, something to reel in
\nbut nothing comes out
\nI\u2019m out of wisdom
\nSilent drops and white mist
\ndrifting over green ground
\nI stare at the Ocean
\nand I\u2019m no longer me
\nI\u2019m a hermit troglodyte
\nwho never uttered a word
\nor was able to share
\nsome unsophisticated thoughts
\nbut feels that primal longing
\nwhile trying to make sense
\nof this inscrutable immensity
\nand another day is dawning.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Queen of Swords<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nWhat She Said<\/strong><\/p>\n

What she said
\nshe had said it to herself
\na million times before
\nIt was a vagrant thought
\nwhich didn\u2019t want to be called
\nand when she said it
\nit was words made birds
\nflying from her throat
\nwrung and tightened
\nlike a burning knot
\nit was her last resort
\nto make the clock stop,
\ntheir universe implode,
\nto bring the story to a close,
\ncyclic patterns to an end,
\nto blow the gateways
\nthat balanced the river flow<\/p>\n

What she said
\nwas nothing to retract from
\nit wasn\u2019t meant to hurt
\nbut to free them both.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

King of Swords<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nGemini<\/strong><\/p>\n

Looking through the window
\nNight sky stuffed with cotton clouds
\nI can feel them sparkles cruising
\nthough I cannot see their light
\nI miss the beauty of that moment
\nwhen I felt so alive
\nFlying dreams disintegrating
\nas they touched land
\nMy spaceship keeps orbiting Earth
\nlike a homeless satellite
\nI could even cry if I just wasn\u2019t so,
\nso very tired
\nAnd one last time I imagine
\nGemini reflecting in your eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Two of Pentacles<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nSchr\u00f6dinger\u2019s Cat<\/strong><\/p>\n

As I walk through Irish fields
\nwhere Spring shines
\nI wonder about Life
\nIs this all an illusion
\nThis vibrant green is surely
\nlivelier than I am
\nAren\u2019t we all death and alive
\nat the same time
\nAm I the cat who stayed too long
\ninside the box and now I know
\nI\u2019ll never be more alive
\nthan the moment just before I die.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Knight of Pentacles<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nHe came from Sirius B<\/strong><\/p>\n

He came from Sirius B
\nA galactic knight, mighty like a titan
\nwho could break your head and rip your chest
\nto make bangles with your guts
\nin the blink of an eye<\/p>\n

But he was vegetarian, so he couldn\u2019t understand
\nwhy baby turtles died with bellies full of plastic
\njust a few weeks after their mum had laid the eggs
\nin the warm sand<\/p>\n

He was the most evolved amongst all the creatures
\nin any of Darwin\u2019s islands
\nAnd as he circled his garden of damaged human minds
\nphilosophising and beating the bush
\na star was dying in a cardboard sky
\nand a young couple was making love
\nin some sunny place in France
\nbut the only remarkable thing
\nthe only truth
\nis that they were young.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Queen of Pentacles<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nThe Golden Bear<\/strong><\/p>\n

Just as the leaves fell away
\nwith the first Autumn winds
\nso did the withered branch
\nafter a long drying time
\nsince the tree cut out the flow
\nof its greenish vital sap
\nin order to survive
\nThe Golden Bear tasted the cold on her snout
\nshe dug a cave for her Winter doze
\nand prepared her body for that brumal slumber
\nFor dawns eight times eight
\nshe fought the river, carving its rocks,
\nwaiting still or dancing on tiptoes
\nand sifting water through her paws
\nto feed herself with fresh salmon and trout
\nin order to survive
\nthe deep sleep before rebirth
\nand the numbness in her bones
\nuntil she wakes up from her torpor
\nto find six daffodils
\nand then she\u2019ll know
\nthat Spring has come.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Hermit<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nMidnight Lamp<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tonight
\nI\u2019ll turn off my lamp
\nuntil you return the light
\nof your eyes to mine
\nof mine to yours
\nI leave you the dream
\nthat kept me floating
\nacross rhymed universes
\nand\u00a0oceans of hope
\nThe infinite sands
\nof moments of thought
\nThe blank pages waiting
\nwill remain untouched
\nSteal that story
\nfrom\u00a0the saddlebags of Time
\nfor us to tell again
\nin another life.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Temperance<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nOrion<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wish I could still dream
\na dream of you where I
\njust find myself lost
\ntrying to find my guide
\nin the milky way of your spine
\nThe ghostly desert of your skin
\nwrapping me in soft warm sands
\nI hear the hunter\u2019s pulse in my dream
\nand I wake up just when your name
\nis about to leave my mouth.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Star<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nMy Star<\/strong><\/p>\n

You looked pale and beautiful
\nunder the light of my star
\nLike a silver beam<\/p>\n

of mystery and light
\nreflecting all that I am<\/p>\n

You looked pale and beautiful<\/p>\n

under that cold night light
\nbut I could not follow you then
\nso I followed my star.<\/p>\n

<\/h1>\n

I.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Sun<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nPlanet Nine<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stare at you, my Love
\nfrom a safe distance now
\nStill orbiting your light
\nSlowly freezing without your warmth
\nHundreds of millions miles away
\nPast the Kuiper Belt
\nI witnessed how
\nPluto fell from your grace
\nI might still cause some stir
\non this circumstellar disc
\nmade of small remnants,
\npast lovers of yours
\nSome say I\u2019m a perturber,
\na dark giant of face unknown
\nSome others pretend
\nI don\u2019t exist at all
\nAnd I say nothing
\nmy beautiful distant star,
\nmy beloved Sun
\nI\u2019ll just wait in the cold
\nBut I keep rotating,
\nfor with my every turn
\nI can sometimes gaze at your face,
\nbeyond the Transneptunian wall.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

II.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The World<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"\"
\nInfinity Orchestra<\/strong><\/p>\n

Across the galaxy
\nin elliptical march,
\nthe stars, planets
\nand satellites
\ndance their eternal dance
\nwearing spherical gowns
\nto the rhythm
\nof an infinite melody
\nspreading mute,
\ncosmic sounds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ace of Wands Fire & Desire And then, at the right time from the heat of our hands a love that was old and new lit up like a torch burning from the depths like fire to the turf.   Eight of Wands BOOM!! Someone\u2019s heart whispered: Boom!!! And\u00a0everything\u00a0blew up The Earth stopped moving and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":283,"featured_media":12633,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[1305,1309,1310,1311,1312,6954,7341,7358,8546,8856,8857],"class_list":["post-12600","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-carmen","tag-carmen-palomino","tag-carmen-palomino-poetry","tag-carmen-palomino-southpaw-poet","tag-carmen-palomino-tarot","tag-palomino","tag-poetry","tag-poetry-inspired-by-tarot","tag-southpaw-poet","tag-tarot-in-poetry","tag-tarot-inspired-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12600","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/283"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12600"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12600\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12600"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12600"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12600"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}