Arcana I

Arcana I

by Pey Pey Oh

Today the cards say,
I used to be a woman wrestling with lions.
Tangling with my shadow self day after day.
Who was she?
That smug empress under the pink blossom,
The mother of the world, harmonious harbinger.

I am amazed they have the same face and the same hair.
The lady with the lion has got a good grip.
Razor teeth, silky mane packing some solid muscle,
I, too, live in this lion’s den and wrestle daily with him.

In the now, I’m on a journey to get where I am going –
The chariot has no reins; the horses, prone to stampeding.
I have to lash them to my will and coax their velvet noses
With only my bare and capable hands, and my stubbornness.
Behind me lies the ruined tower, lightning struck
The empty house, the fragile self.

The outcome to this story, well it’s bright:
Flowers flourish under bright rays of gold,
Blessing this maker of dreams, roses under his feet.
Raising the wand of creation,
The magician’s bold, his cup
Runneth over, and infinity is sweet.

© Pey Pey Oh 2009

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Pey Pey Oh has been published in various small magazines along the way, like the ones universities publish, or Magma. Mainly she has a problem sending out things by snail mail, so if she can't hand it to you or send you an email, she's in trouble. She likes plants a lot, especially if they're aromatic, but she's really bad at watering them. Good thing it rains a lot in UK where she lives. She likes coming and hanging out with the Malaysian Poets once a year when she visits home, and loves to read atReadings. Plus, she also likes to go eating with the Food Bloggers, that's her other best activity which makes her feel more Malaysian. One of her ambitions is that she'd like to be "Awae wi' tha faeries" - and that's with a Scots accent - but mostly she's a lazy cat that needs a kicking by her friends to send out stuff. So, she thanks everyone.