![]() The Queen of CupsA Poem by Kimberly Kublank![]() Poetry inspired by tarot, Shakespeare, epic ballads, and the power of the feminine.![]()
QUEEN OF CUPS
Who is the dreamy queen adrift on her throne seeming alone with her thoughts of the past and the future, glimmering, untold - her dreams will unfold. This queen of keen insight, compassionate ilk, her mystery hides behind hazy remembrance: shimmering veils of soft shifting silk part to bewitch and entangle young lovers who seek to uncover her thoughts and her dreams - a river that streams close to heaven. Young Queen of the Cups, her feet dangling in water, fish team 'neath her splendor: understated, unspoken she dreams both awake and while sleeping; speaks in soft tongue, oft-times weeping - her joy overflowing. There's strength in expression of sadness and doubt, remembrances not sought for seek solace like diamonds and sparks from her childhood: her loves, raw and tender. She lives in the past and yet leans toward the future...remember: all time becomes memory progressing unheeding to pleas throughout life. This queen knows time's power, floats gently upon it. Her compass points North toward that star and its guidance. She dresses full-flowered in greens: tender shoots, fertile memory, spring buds, summer meadow; and reds: rose-red petals kiss sensual scarlet, sparks violet patterns in lavender hue; gold stars shooting shadows like dusty caresses of butterfly wings; think jesting of bed mates, the tousling of two silver braids, silken threads twine cascading in tresses soft as hands and lips pliant sing lilies' breath - remembrance whispers sweet. Enthralled by her image, her movements beside him mesmerized is her lover, her husband, her king whom she weds and awakens emotion inside him, together they're dreaming a third from their two. Their play is co-passion, a sensuous dreaming seeming alone with their thoughts of the past and the future untold, their dreams will unfold. Intuition, the gift of this Queen of the Cups and clear water, her dreams pure decision as a bird's instinct, flight. Protected, protecting pregnant dreams projecting the image of female: a candle flame lighting the night. Fragility flits on the stage of survival; but dreaming is power and power dividing the true-self from false role of public denial, expectant expression submission the final destruction of spirit. The Queen is the feminine form of a woman born to self truthful, triumphant in knowledge, the drowning of fears and lost senses. The Queen understands the luxury of succumbing for girls fallen 'twixt confusion and grief. Spurned passion and dreams turned to madness and folly. Should self-knowledge rule or obedience bow her to other's perception of love and its rights? There's strength in sweet innocence, Rosemary, that's for remembrance, and pansies, that's for thoughts; for beauty, a daisy; sage for esteem; here's elm for dignity; love's bound with honeysuckle dreams; lily-of-the-valley, the bouquet completes, and the return to happiness is replete - the Queen with her flowers gives back shortened lives; blithely awakens the drowning: Ophelia revives. Kimberly Kublank/IronWorks Publishing at Focus Fine Arts 1998 © 2008 Kimberly Kublank |
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Added on March 19, 2008 Author![]() Kimberly KublankChicagoland, ILAboutI'm back with some new writing after a rather long hiatus due to undergoing treatment for breast cancer - still in the midst of it all, but feeling pretty good right now. I've spent a lot of my time .. more..Writing
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