The prompt for Day 27 of NaPoWriMo2018 gives us the option of picking a random card from a trot deck. I didn’t use the one they linked in their blog. I happen to have not just one, but two tarot deck,apps on my iPad. I used Joanna Powell Colbert’s Gaian Tarot for my random and Ellen Lorenzi-Prince’s Dark Goddess image for the poem’s raw material. I encourage you to look online at both artistic renderings. The images are in copyright, so no featured inage today. Today’s random pick from the app is Wheel of Fortune. It is Number 10. Being one of those divisible by a 5 is generally bodes…well, let’s just say the most positive spin is turbulence.
I am ready to roll.
Wheel of Fortune
Fortuna favours the ready
to roll with whatever change.
Do not weep. Or cry It’s not fair!
Gnash teeth, or fall into despair.
Fortuna is fate. Also, the law of gravity.
She is the millstone grit grinding
us all to fine meal.
Even the mighty
shall become again just dust.
The kind we were at the beginning.
The kind to which we all return,
the mystical sort of stuff.
In the interim though, keep your hand
to the helm, thinking you steer the journey.
And some seem to keep their boat afloat.
Some run aground. Some drown.
It is all chance. In a way.
So spend your last pence on a beggar.
Give her a lift up
as your ship goes down.
Fortuna holds us all
In the palms of her hands.
Sometimes Her palm is soft.
Sometimes calloused from the hourglass sand.
Either way, She wears gold wings
to carry us away in the end.
What goes up comes down.
It also comes around.
Which won’t make a story bland.
Copyright 2018 Bee Smith
Sojourning Smith 