Mystic
Ekphrastic Challenge June 2025
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for June 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
Mystic
Pendulum swings
As tea leaves brew
What do you…
See?
In the dregs
That are left
In the cards bereft
Of meaning to me
-
Crystal orbs
Inside swirls
Smoke as it curls
Extinguished candlelight
Lamp lit
To shadows cast
Books of spells long past
Clairvoyance of the sight
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Her old withered hands
Their young ones take
Tracing lines she makes
Promises held there
She knows that I
Hold a gypsy’s heart
But nothing for the art
Of prophetic flair
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So with cymbals in my fingers
I dance for the men
While my grandmother promises them
Their futures be foretold
For a few silver coins
Their destiny discussed
And given unto us
A fortune of their foolish gold
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Comments (1)
Love the mysterious feel to this!