Slender.
Long, dark hair.
Softly flowing clothes.
She came to my market stall
requesting an aura drawing.
Afterwards, on impulse,
I asked her telephone number.
When she wrote her name, I said,
'You’re X’s Tarot student!'
'And you must be
the mentor she talks about.'
I invited her into the coven.
She’d been a Solitary.
Years later, coven scattered,
we two still meet for coffee,
swap books and DVDs.
[Poem #69]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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