Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
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)”
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Different from your other poems, I like it a lot! 🙂
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Thanks. It’s a short series. I hope you like it.
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Cool! 🙂
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Jesus – well at least it wasn’t cats piss !!! I agree with Steve – different ! fun, interesting, and the piss …
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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.
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I heard a didge played today – they are common where I am …
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I like them, if they’re played well.
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I really like this one, felt like I was there.
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Perfect! That’s exactly what I wanted. The feeling of walking through a carnival, maybe in the evening or night. I hope you enjoy this series.
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I’m sure I will.
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What else could that statement mean?
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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.
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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!
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Yay! I’m glad you enjoyed it! There’s more. Got em scheduled up 😊 And yes, that’s exactly how I saw it. Tomorrow we watch the horses gallop past with garish whinnies….
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Oh I cannot WAIT!
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Sometimes it’s better not to know!!
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Agreed!
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This is different – I like it, the flow.
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Thanks. I’m glad you liked it.
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My pleasure
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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.
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Thank you! The rest of the series will be posting this week, so I hope you like them ☺️
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You’re welcome. I’m sure I will 🙂
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