Tarot In Nine Words: Strength

rws_strengthIn my ongoing effort to write a poem for each of the major arcana, I have the Strength card in front of me. This is from the Rider-Waite-Smith tarot. Card 8 in this deck is the classic scene of the woman taming the lion. For me this is not an external struggle so much as an internal one. I see it as the external manifestation of our personal struggles with our own shadow selves.

This card is big for me right now as I am doing some personal shadow work. The second to last line came to me during some of this core examination. I realized that I needed to Continue reading “Tarot In Nine Words: Strength”

Tarot In Nine Words: Justice

When I am doing readings for people and Justice shows up, I often counsel them to be very fair in any legal matters. No matter how much we want to be right, we are not always right. It’s important to remember that others have the same wants in their own lives.

rws_justiceJustice can be a harsh card if you know you are in the wrong. Sitting on his throne, he stares at you as if he knows every thing you’ve done right or wrong.

Libra is the sign associated with Justice. Consider how difficult it must be to balance things all the time. Is it our own panic that makes us see this card as bad?

When I am doing readings for people and Justice shows up, I often counsel them to be Continue reading “Tarot In Nine Words: Justice”

Tarot In Nine Words: The Chariot

rws_chariotThe Chariot represents mastery in the Major Arcana. Here we learn the lesson that we must drive our own lives if we are to be truly in charge. Some would tell you that the Charioteer is a ruthless warrior, but consider something if you will. Continue reading “Tarot In Nine Words: The Chariot”

POEM: Aubergine Surprise

Always ~ Voice ~ Share ~ Aubergine ~ Stranger ~ Lush ~ Surprise ~ Liberate ~ Know

Aubergine Surprise

Oh yes I’ve always known you see
That the color that would liberate me
Would be lush deep pure aubergine
Wrapping me up all velvety soft
I share this always present hope
So more can learn my view of life
The suprise though the surprise for me?
The one that carried me away to this?

That there was aubergine in your touch
That the voice of this tall stranger could
Know that what I needed this grey day
Would be lush deep pure aubergine

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
11/29/2008

Poem: Rock My World

Thank ~ Give ~ Change ~ New ~ Old ~ World ~ View ~ Wait ~ Real

Rock My World

Gonna change these tired old rags
Gimme something real sexy in red
Gonna rock my world in new shoes
Never gonna wait for anyone again
Ain’t gonna stick with the same old
GOnna change the landscape forever
Gimme a paintbrush gimme color
Get on board or outta the way
Not waiting for a ticket to give
Gonna wrestle my life back from me
Tired so damned tired of waiting
For someone to happen–fuck that
Gonna thank me for my time served
Rock my world with sexy new views
Gonna rock my own damned world

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
11/27/20098 <–wow.. .back to the future much, Arwen? HAHAHAHAHA

Tarot In Nine Words: The Lovers

Oddly enough this was a difficult poem for me to write. At 47 I hold some rather cynical views on what love is and isn’t. Sometimes I have to rein myself in when I am in a Piscean fit of “love HA!”. My friends laughingly tell me I seem to do better at bitter in love poetry.

But write a poem I must and this is the next on the list of the 22 Major Arcana which means it is my 7th poem in this project. So I am either Continue reading “Tarot In Nine Words: The Lovers”

POEM: Banshee’d Again

Banshee Wrap Cloak Battle Support Wall Random Waste Relent

Banshee’d Again


Wrap my arms around myself
Cloaking against random stares
The fingernails of my desire
Shriek against the slate of silence
Beat my heart against stone

Piercing wails banshee’s song
Need to lean my head back
Solid wall living warm heart
Support me hold me love me
Empty nothingness awaits me

Rendering my cries wasted air
Points so relentlessly moot
Love’s battle kills another
Wild Scottish moanings
Woman lost to all love

11/5/2008
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
Readers Notes: Nope, no clue where this came from. Pulled the words AFTER writing the piece though.

Tarot in Nine Words: The Hierophant


Now let’s visit the Hierophant. Interestingly enough one of the words I chose for this card also was used in the Emperor. Stern. Stern to me is that firmness that brooks no argument. It can not be wheedled or pleaded. Stern simply is. I don’t see it as a bad thing. For me stern means “I know best. It may not be easy, but it is what must be done.” Continue reading “Tarot in Nine Words: The Hierophant”

Poem: One Of Those Girls

Listen * Melting * Fusion * Spice * Slide * Back * Door * Payment * Tower

One Of Those Girls

Careful. I’m one of those girls who eats cinnamon
Sticks way back in her mouth rolling my tongue
Then kissing you with hot sweet spices–flavor
That girl who’ll sneak you in the back door
Pour you a glass of sweet tea to prevent you
Melting in the heat that is this tangible passion
I’m one of those girls who says I’ll listen
Pressing my ear against your heart counting 1-2
As your presences looms over me like some tower
Dark and leaning like a forgotten Pisa moment
Watch me. I’m that girl who’ll slide down you
Never asking payment for these forbidden moments
Where you and I create a symphony of kinds
Hot sweet cinnamon against your pressing lips
Fusion of my lava heat belly to your belly
As I join what is that singular moment of me
To that sturdy presentation of your lust
Careful. I’m one of those girls…

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9/7/2008

Readers Note: I have to admit to enjoying this piece. There are a few moments in it that don’t scan exactly as I might like but for 8 minutes of writing time…I’m well pleased with this.

Poem: Restless Screams

Journey Strain Urge Tug Pull Guide Seek Distance Sea

Restless Screams

Sometimes urges–primal screams of myself if you will
Yank at me like restless children who tug my hand
Come with us. Play with us. Run with us. Live please.
Should I seek these winsome toddler thoughts–follow?
Should I stay planted in my known domesticated self
Would the journey to the wilding that is within
Strain my sanity. Snap me like a twig. Break me down?
Pull me closer to that edge with fantasies of hope
With no map in hand I must let that muse guide me
Will she pull me over the bone-shattering cliff?
Will she drown me in that soul-sucking sea?
There in the distance I can hear those cries
Wailing, laughing, crying, shouting, screaming
Those restless children. Those primal screams of me.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9/4/2008