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As The Gargoyles Sleep, Celebrate The Sunrise
Litha and Midsummer and Tarot.
Enjoy this Tarot spread and poem to celebrate the sunrise at Midsummer. Psssst. Litha told me Lilith made me do it.
The Vampire’s Offspring
juvenilis puerilis vanitas ostentatio jactatio
Ours is not a lot to be feared. The dragon is a necessary beast.
Feel your safety on your holy ground.
on the myth of your goodness
in those places you hold sacred,
while I suckle
on the rest of humanity.
We do not follow you to those places
as we cannot
do those things which are conquerable,
and simply cannot bear those places where you sing.
Those places do not protect you.
traitors to us lest their unknowing feet
entrained in those stone shoes that you fashioned,
and an occasional bellringer stroking them
as they drone high above your path,
where the wind is stronger than the scent of your life to remind them,
keep us circling above,
intent on your storied portals that are not your saints,
they are lists of the best tasting among you.
Angels. You misname them.
They are simply prettier to you
than their gargoyle siblings
held down by those enslaving prisonshoes of stone
that you call cathedrals.
You should know,
there have been sly ones among you.
Those tricky Nassenes for instance,
knowing that in our vanity we will not touch our young,
as we, too, find them abominable,
stole away with nine of them,
worshipping them as they grew,
You are perfect as you are . . .
Grow strong not beautiful . . .
Help keep us safe . . .
Up there you can see eternity. Live up there on the stone city peak . . .
Turn to stone, it is strong . . .
Ignorant of their heritage,
of their eventual grace and stealth and eternity,
they were tricked-taught to perceive a strength and power
in your piles of stone conveniently shaped, and forget their own.
We are strong and beautiful.
Can you resist us?
Gaze into our eyes and see inside your universe.
Touch our skin of winter,
and feel the heat of your passion
pulsing in the silence of our bodies.
Peeking through the wonder piquing,
can you resist us,
knowing that all we want
is simply your entire life for just a moment?
Your silent gargoyle guardians sometimes stir
inside their stoney sleep
still unborn into a life
where they would eventually die into their own eternity.
They lie dormant far above you,
and nightly we circle.
Nightly the bellringer.
Nightly they stir far above you.
It is not fire or lightning
that occasionally rips the towers from your cathedrals.
Keep eating your garlic.
We will help you stop sinning more quickly
if you are spiced up a bit.
~ Jordan Hoggard
Best to you having enjoyed this scenic overlook along your TarotBlogHop!
Your next Hopstop to enjoy is Morgan Eckstein’s “Gleamings From The Dawn“
EXPRESS TAROTBLOGHOP TICKET: If you hit a missing link along your TarotBlogHop, you can get back on the bloghop from this master list. TarotBlogHop Master List, June 2012.
All images and text (c) 2012 Jordan Hoggard. All rights reserved.
June 21, 2012 at 12:24 pm
You are so creative! I love the spread and the poem. What a great way to celebrate the Sunrise!
June 21, 2012 at 6:10 pm
Thanks Much, Christiana!
June 21, 2012 at 6:51 pm
I agree with Christiana – what a lovely spread and poem, too. I especially loved your phrasing for card 3 – really beautiful. As for the poem, that last bit made me laugh out loud – more garlic, please 😀
June 21, 2012 at 7:00 pm
Thanks, Chloe! Laughter and garlic. Who knew the Vamps had a sense of humor? 😉
June 21, 2012 at 9:06 pm
Intriguing questions and I like they layer on one another. Fun post as always.
June 22, 2012 at 8:30 pm
Many thanks, Arwen!
June 22, 2012 at 12:20 pm
oh noes! Did my comment not get accepted?! Can’t remember exactly what I wrote, Jordan. I love the poem – so creative. I never looked at Gargoyles that way before – the equivalent of Angels….and I’ll keep eating the garlic!
June 22, 2012 at 2:38 pm
Hey there, Alison! Thanks! Couldn’t find a comment hiding in the pending or spam. ?? Thanks for re-commenting!
June 22, 2012 at 4:39 pm
That was very…..sexy.
June 22, 2012 at 8:30 pm
Why thank you, Ivy! 🙂
June 23, 2012 at 12:28 pm
That’s a fantastic poem, darkly beautiful and compelling. I love your spread too! I especially love the way you focused on the skeleton as that which supports us, and on light as something that brings clarity, and freedom of thought and movement.
June 23, 2012 at 1:29 pm
Much appreciated, Sharon. It’s one of my fave poems playing with the directness of a character’s voice. . .and in a wonderful revisionist history kind of way as their fictional character was “actually” there. Thanks for spending some time here.