Today’s Tarot card: Ten of Swords reversed (a second time)
(photo from Oak and Grist Distilling Co. before the Dark City Poets Society open mic)
A poem for today’s card:
Pulmonarius mushrooms colonize a tree,
actively break it down, transform it.
Which, to a point, is like breath.
Is that what transformation is,
feathers of winter pressed
into flesh that yielded
to the blades of breath?
Hidden beneath, a crypsis leopard.
She flicks her tail, chuffs
daggers. Her hail-tongue purples
the pale snow.
It’s the leopard who plunged
you down the mountain,
her wings that ravaged you
to rubble and ash.