Claire Beaudreault: Bondage
Photo: Joanna C. Valente
To Pixie Colman Smith
The Swords, I know, will always sing for me.
The Ace, the dreaded Ten, the Six, the Four--
The Queen, in all her stoic finery,
Still guards the steel she studied years before.
The King is Judgement's son and Tower's heir;
Deploys the Knight when blows be best dealt swift.
For on the side of Temp'rance he does err;
A maiden's bondage blindfold he does lift.
I swindle seven swords and then I creep--
My victory allays the searing flame!
Nine blades awaken me from slumber deep;
My reputation's bad, and I'm to blame.
My pen, it beats the page like broken wings.
Hoodwinked, I know not how to wield these things
Editor’s Note: This poem is part of our collection, Haunted: Tarot Poems
Claire Beaudreault aka @ClaraBiznass is a Los Angeles-based multi-hyphenate.
