Tarot (meet me at the carnival pt 1)

Purple and black-striped canvas tent

Worn on the edges, patches here and there

Outside smells like dog piss

But inside it smells like incense

And the thighs of a curvy woman

There are crystals and magic 8

An indifferent dark cat curled on a shelf

Sounds of nature intermixed with the didgeridoo

Her nails are trim, painted deep purple

A religious symbol for her

Each and every trinket and it’s placement

Her eye, squinting, looking within

Sees until you squirm

“Tonight you die” could mean any number of things

Fortunes for the unfortunate


tara caribou | ©2020

24 Comments on “Tarot (meet me at the carnival pt 1)

    • Haha! Well, dogs gotta pee too. I was trying to evoke an image. Not of piss necessarily, but of a tent (and to that extent, the person inside) having been at this for quite some time, all the shows, the towns, the years, traveling around.

      Liked by 1 person

    • I see multiple meanings here….
      1) she could be a fraud who says vague ‘fortunes’ so in their ambiguity they could mean anything the listener wants to hear.
      2) she may only see parts and pieces and must remain vague
      3) it might mean physical death, or the death of a deeply held belief that changes a person’s perspective and thereby their old self ‘dies’, or something in that light.

      Liked by 1 person

  1. Ohhhh that dust bowl carnival mystique… the descriptions jump out at you, and their scarcity (or rather the brief eye kicks embedded here) paint a vivid picture of a dilapidated fortune teller’s tent. You can just feel the magic in the air, the smell of dust and dirt, sweat and sex and the arcane laid on top of the mundane for a moment’s escape.

    In short, yesssssssssss, MORE. MORE, I SAY!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Pingback: Fortunes for the Unfortunate – The Mush from the Hill

  3. Wonderful scene setting to open up. And this part I just am very drawn to: ““Tonight you die” could mean any number of things”. That’s incredible work.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Robert Charboneau.

Writer and Artist

living document

a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind

Anonymously Hal

Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts

FRANKENSKIES

The Lies in the Skies Exposed

Writer In Retrospect

"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am..." --Maya Angelou

The Tigress Awakens

Welcome to my tiny corner of the universe filled with poems that I have written.

ED A. MURRAY

Author | Freelance Writer | Blogger

singlemomlife

livingforthemoon

Better Letters

Butterwell's Blog

my life as a piece of string

... from a silent space

Tofino Photography

Professional Wildlife, Landscape and Seascape Photography

Flicker of Thoughts

Love to write!

Kelly Huntson

All of Me

%d bloggers like this: