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Poetry:

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At her table she sits with crystal and candle

Awaiting the Fool to arrive

With his pockets a jing’lin

And possessions in tow

With his trusted little friend at his side.

The Carni’vale has come to town

With tents and games a’plenty

Enticing all with coin in purse

To join the fun

Adventure awaits the many.

The Fool he passes by her tent

He hears a voice a callin

The cards they whisper

Out his name

The crystal's fog is churnin..........

Magic is on the air this night

As he steps in through the door

She begs him enter

To take a peek

To see what lies in store.

The cards are dealt, laid in a row

A wondrous sight to see

In child-like awe

He awaits her voice

For the story that is to be.

From left to right the cards reveal

A journey from start to end

A glimpse of beauty

Of love and joy

And heartbreak from within.

He sees the many teachers

And hard lessons he will learn

The path laid out

Before him

Ever fraught with many turns.

The joys of travel will rise to meet

On this his journeyed path

To taste of all life’s

Sweetness and

Bitterness that won’t last.

The Fortune Teller and The Fool

The road ahead lay long and winding

Determined, he will succeed

With obstacles to hurdle

And rewards hard won

The taste of victory is sweet.

The spell is broken so it seems

As candles light dance on the breeze

The crystal’s fog has now gone still

He blinks awake

All visions cleared.

He finds himself now all alone

Where once a lady sat

Her chair now empty

All traces gone

All memories fading fast.

The sun has set, stars now seen

The moon she rises high

No sound is heard

The crowds have gone

All is quiet but his sigh.

With the promise of a moon lit night

The Fool again sets off

He hums a tune

His step is light

But with purpose in his stride.

She watches from the shadows dark

Her work tonight complete

A warm muzzle at her hand

Assures all is well

A whispered blessing on the breeze.

The Fool he did arrive as planned

Foretold in crystal and card

With his pockets a jing’lin

His possessions in tow

And his trusted little friend at his side.

Koneta Bailey – 2010

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