Inside is no place to hide.
It is a pit, a climb—
a ladder with missing
A dark place leading to a volte-face.
Too much introspection leads to death.
Pummeling by mothballs, cedar, toile de Jouy,
whalebone ribs ripping,
tender scribblings on lined paper.
Who are you?
Box or pyramid?
Will you ever let me go?
I walk the steps,
it doesn’t matter…
Directionless is a new direction,
hopeless is a new goal.
I become adept
at random laughter.
Outside there’s no place to hide,
and all the better for it.
This is what I call an intuitive poem, a poem written in a kind of meditative state in response to a prompt. The prompt is the image you see above. It’s a card from The Wild Unknown Archetypes tarot deck.
It was posted by poet Cassie Fielding on her Instagram account for Alchemical Poetics, a gathering place for poets interested in Tarot Poetry and poetic inquiry into archetypal images.