The following sequence was devised and created by current students on their own initiative via their Facebook group.
COLLABORATIVE TAROT SEQUENCE
The structure must be either a four line poem containing fourteen words, or a three line poem containing twenty-one words plus a one word title. The last word of the first line in each poem must rhyme with the last word of the poem above. The numbers come from the typical tarot deck which contains four suits of fourteen cards each and twenty-one trump cards plus one trump, which is The Fool. Only the poems of three lines comprised of twenty-one words are supposed to have titles. These titles, as inspired by The Fool card, are meant to be foolish.
‘I am fortune’s fool!’
cried Romeo as Juliet
reeled past, lashed
to fate’s wheel.
The hanged man thrust his fetid heel
towards the sun, moon and star,
who had blasted the tower of these lovers.
Intoxicated by knowledge, he discovers
pleasures of seclusion
awaiting an honest spark
Death rides and brings fright,
skeletal, brandishing a rose; none understand,
the old must die to make way for the new.
Tina Panface Daley
Kneeling on stars of dew
she holds captive the essence of existence,
which oozes from chalices bringing life to the earth.
Rising from blood and mirth,
blade of silver arcs resplendent through ashes,
freeing the soul of his mephistophelean veil, unlatch, unleash.
O death! Is contemplating in you like hashish?
No answer did I find, death is my fate
As it is yours
The heights of Everest, floors
Of canyon and cave,
See it all
wait by the tree and leaves will fall
and grow and cards are just a game
until she wants her payment
The Fool dines with Uncertainty, patient,
treading the watery pathways wept by a scheming orb.
On the banks, the wolf howls.
Traitor on the prowl,
Judas with a gun,
Their time has come.
Yet after horror there is always sun,
gilding the upturned faces of the flowers
and drying the tears of our children.
The Blasted Tower, silly house and garden,
the danged bivouac, the flippin’ penthouse suite,
the blinking caravan, and the risible gite.
Her trickery tastes sweet
the manipulation of velvet gloves
the Magician’s assistant
The Hermit is distant,
hiding from dragons
of the real world;
isolation impedes growth.
Tina Panface Daley
Bread comes by the loaf,
Fruit comes by the pound, Gold comes by the ounce
And death comes by the hand.
White feathers silver and grand,
herald of the doomed man’s fame,
loose the arrows in storm, ironic white flashes of scorn.
Those opposing me will be torn
My decisions are irrevocable
I seek corrections
To alter my world.
These cards read directions;
Let future unfurl.
passed up the Med from girl to girl
Harut and Marut’s paper trick
to lose you coins and empty cups alas
Desolate eyes, harass!
Pester the heavens strewn with possibilities.
Find your sky shepherd and surrender your soul to be driven on.
Devil be gone,
temptation and greed,
sing a new song,
find a new creed.