The usual cup is lifted
but the page’s mouth is gifted
by a wizard’s hidden surprise
in wine which has not been sifted.
Impatient flames flare from her eyes
as the gekko mocks the dour skies
releasing deep intuitions
unfolding hungry butterflies.
And the temple’s rent partition
lets zombies escape perdition
to swim on the lizard’s red tongue
and blush at past repetitions.
New youth inflates the Page’s lungs
and his cup is gratefully flung
for renewal has gleefully sprung
and connections are loudly sung.
— by Sabio Lantz 11/25/14
Prompt: Anthony at d’Verse Poets Pub, challenges us to “create a fantasy world, and try to stay away from the familiar; be outlandish in your writing, …”
Form: My poem uses the Persian form called the (interlocking) ruba’i which uses 4 quatrains (Persian:ruba’i), each line with 8 syllables per line and the following rhyme pattern: aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd.
Process: This autumn, my 14 year-old son & I couchsurfed in Massachusetts. One of our stops was in Salem where we learned a bit about Tarot cards. Then weeks later, walking down a street, I saw this discarded Tarot card on the street [my pic]. I loved its bizarre image and so today, I honored these connections with this poem.
Hints: (1) knowledge of the card helps, (2) Matt 27: 50-53