The High Priestess

Think her oblique,
like Temple pillars
subtly slanted upwards
or the north door concealed
in an old church.

She is the guardian of transparency —
keeper of worlds
we can’t talk about.

Over her a fine mesh
falls. From certain angles
the diadem shines silver-bright.

She has eaten from the pomegranate,
danced with the Daughters of Night.

And she is the one
who appears when your feet
stomp out the fire.

~ from Arcana by Clara Blackwood, published by Aeolus House, 2011.


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