More Haikus . . .
Justice
Truthfully severe
Her iron mallet, revered
But kindly and fair
Wheel of Fortune
Fate seems to spin all
its mockery at whim, but
discriminates none
The Hierophant
I know the surface,
what’s beneath the Earth’s carcass,
and all that’s conscious
Judgment
she opens the mind
weighing scales for those once blind—
those that surrender
The Hermit
it— a lonesome beast
now striking the match itself
to light its own lamp
Two of Cups
snakes are arduous,
both in their love and their hate
they’re bound together
Queen of swords
student of judgment
sword polished for punishment—
she falls without detachment
This week, I wrote Haikus for the cards I pulled!
The Seven of Wands
high competition
burns savage embers within
in the end, burnt out
The Seven of Cups
that fisherman caught
seven golden fish – he’s rich!
let’s hope he spends it wisely
Death
mounted, she’s patient
the sun rises a new day
halt your impatience
