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Maya
The fortune teller's in her brain
and out her eyes like lasers of
peacock skies with crowns of owls
and rising heads of mushroom clouds.
Behold! The hour spirals hence
by disembodied jaws of light
surrounded by her hair of fire
that tumbles down the temple steps.
The serpents of her knowing brows
will keep you in suspense for hours
with every second worth the wait;
the skull, the moth, your dime store fate.
Jade's note: This was written for and placed first in the DUP competition "Picture Poetry" where the host wanted entrants to write a poem about a favorite tapestry image of his which is posted here with my entry. As soon as I saw it I was reminded of Zoltar in the Tom Hank's movie "Big".
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