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The Astrologer

Posted by Doeslittle on May 29, 2008 - 10:15

She strokes out the dark maps
With sandpaper smoothing hands
Of galaxies and constellations,
They unravel as if they are tears
Forming the deep, scattered pools
Of today and tomorrow, forecasts
Your weather of stormy or fair,
As the mercury rises in her eyes
She levitates from a chair, eureka
Like a dowsing rod to announce
That this month, one afternoon
You will meet a new love
In the supermarket or you must
Try to avoid conflict at work,
Yesterday is a bailiff, yet still
She reassures that she can guide
You through your milky way
And all the omens of tomorrow.

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Comments

Ewan | May 29, 2008 - 11:46

Ahh... you use words in such gorgeous ways.
I liked the contrast of the mystical and mundane - and the cynical tone.

Let us know when you get your first piece accepted, it won't be long.

Ewan

jennifer | May 29, 2008 - 22:19

I agree!

Love the 'sandpaper smoothing hands' image

Accepted to where?

Doeslittle | May 29, 2008 - 23:37

Thanks both of you. And re accepted pieces...this would mean actually sending them off wouldn't it? Mmmm...I may make my virgin attempts to try and get something published in the summer when I'm off - first I have to investigate where and all the technicalities of it. Not that I'm making excuses not to try...but I will certainly declare it from a rooftop if I get a yes from anyone.