The Tarot Card Reading

This actually happened to me a few years back. . . . .

The tablecloth

was purple and pewter fairies

sat beside me.

He sat across from me.

He reminded me of a pixie.

We knew each other briefly,

and as he spread my cards

around the table,

my life exposed to him,

the one who reads the pictures

like a novel.

 

With each word escaping

from his mouth,

I felt an article of clothing unbound

from me.

My hands turned into butterflies,

so I caught them,

swallowed,

and they're in my stomach.

I should have just opned my chest

and spread my soul

across the table.

It would have been the same.

 

He looked at me

with uncertainty,

and his face of glitter blinded me.

I felt the colors melt

off my face

and swirl into the carpet

beneath my feet.

 

And that glitter,

like a thousand little mirrors,

forced me to look

at myself from all angles.

I should have just undressed

myself

and sit before the pixie.

It would have been the same.

Author's Note

I never really liked how this poem just ends, as I'd like to have a resolution. Any suggestions or does it work? Thanks!

Reviews

[Relic]

You might want to detail something he said that did or didn't come true. Something that might have affected you in some way. That's what I was looking for when reading it. Good poem though.

Wow. Very vivid in your description of tarot card reading. The ending is good because it ties it all together....I like the way 'it would have been the same' weaved through the poem..it only makes sense to end it that way....though I was thinking perhaps instead of surrendering like that at the end: either wake from it as it were a dream or have an earth shattering epiphany once those mirrors reflect you from all angles...it should be about self discovery, not submissiveness.

[William Maisonave]

WOW, I sincerely enjoyed this poem. Particularly:

My hands turned into butterflies,

so I caught them,

swallowed,

and they're in my stomach.

I should have just opned my chest

and spread my soul

[Vinyl Affair]

I think it is beautiful the way it is, beautiful and compelling, I like the lines:
My hands turned into butterflies,
so I caught them,
swallowed,
and they're in my stomach.

I liked these lines because anyone can relate to these lines, this quote of so called feelings.. the emotion and feeling behind this is so real, I can relate to this poem easily, have gone to a tarot card reader myself.. a psychic if you will, and I remember all those feelings, the idea of being watched by other beings as well. Well done, keep up the good work!