The Crystal Ball by John William WaterhouseWhat do these omnipotent eyes
belonging to the sage madam see?
Does her crystal orb ever so wise
utter words in regards to me?
She regrets her crystal ball has grown dull;
the spirits unwilling to speak.
Perhaps I’ll take the opportunity, during the lull
to expound on my future so bleak.
Each star and planet aligned and foretelling,
I’m fifty bucks lighter and that’s bull-shit I’m smelling!
5 comments:
You should have titled this "A Visit To The Soothsayer" . Ha! I love it...
i loved this... mainly because for many years i have read and interpreted tarot cards.. mainly just as a subliminal kick in the proverbial ass for myself... but on occasion for someone else...
i always make it a point when i do a reading to make it perfectly clear,, i read the cards,,, not peoples "fortunes"... reading cards is an ornate method of telling a story you do not know... nothing more nothing less.....
an excellent piece....
Thanks Bubba, I started out with a more serious poem in mind, but sometimes I end up with these.
Jodi, when I was in the military there was a fortune-teller just outside the base, but I never allowed myself to stop. I suppose I believed the scenario I describe in the poem would have become reality.
Ooooh, You owned that fortune teller. Very funny poem
Thanks for stopping by ekhosama. Glad to bring a smile
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