Intuitive Tarot

I couldn't see you Old.
At fifty, you still had that Glamorous Gift.
You died at your Zenith.
Your Sorrows and your Joys
Your Loves and your Fears
Merged in Hasty Death.
And as your Legend Ever Lives
You leave with It
Your Perfumed Fragrance.

Too innocent for this world.
Of gentle voice and manners mild.
A hybrid of colour.
Exploding the universe with dazzling splendour.

Elegant, bizarre, mesmerising.
With beauty and full of bounty.

This is who you were to me.
Though I scarcely knew it at the time.

A loving soul, tender.
Of aspirations high and talent great.

A One Off.
Forever lost.

See how the leaves
Are at peace with the trees
How they gently murmur and sway.
How still they breathe
How at one they feel
With their stately trunks
And their colour green.

How gracefully they yield
To the artistic bent
And the elegant line
Of the lilting boughs.

The landscape they are
Of our lovely land.
Where the birds do sing
And the sky colours grey
And the blossoms brandish shades
Every shape every size.

Oh lovely land of leaves
You speak to me
And share your secrets
How lucky am I.

Almost in Love

I am almost in love with my beautiful world,
For now that spring is here all her latent beauty has sprung forth.
The golden yellow-rich dandelions
Speckle a background of green,
While tree trunks and branches
Unfold their masterpieces of intricate foliage.
The small milky-yolked daisies speak of purity and light
And Coy minute blue flowers assert their tiny space.
I am almost in love - 
In love with the murmer of the wind,
With the bird that hops 
And the cat stealthily stealing.
Almost in love - 
But for that purple tinge of a mystery bloom,
That reminds me of a pain 
- Still lingering from an unrequited Love.
 
Dedicated to David Anthony Grahame, beloved father of my two children who died in September 2002

I originally started this blog to represent myself as a Tarot Reader,  but it has become more of place for me to share my poetry which I love. 

The tiny little flower
The bluest of the bluest blue
Immense in your perfection.
Of symmetry exact
Of artistry supreme.
Your stunning Beauty 
Belies your weeny stature.
Oh tiny flower!
I crown you my Queen of the universe.
 

As today is the Summer Solstice I thought it appropriate to write down even more of my poetry.

My Summer Solstice

I want an endless Summer of breathless beauty,
of shades of green
of gentle breeze
of everchanging skies.

I have recently started taking phone readings.  Previously I never wanted to do readings on the phone because I felt that without face to face contact the psychic energy would be weakened.  I have discovered that this is not the case.  On the contrary, because I only have a voice to focus on, and also because the time limit is more defined on phone readings, there are fewer distractions and so the psychic energy becomes sharper. 

I have also taken up a stall sometimes at Waterlow Park's monthly craft fair.  If anyone lives in the Highgate area it's worth a visit.