My Poets Portrait this month is probably known by most, and so she should be. A great writer now turning her hand to publishing. She has her own book in print and a couple of anthologies that she has pulled together, helping and supporting other contributing writers.
I’ve known Tara Caribou over on Raw Earth Ink now for as long as I’ve had a blog. She supported my through my early months, she’s an inspirational powerful writer and I’ve had the privilege of writing a couple of poems with her.
The poem I’ve chosen to post is again one that inspired and gave me the idea to write my own piece. That last but one line; “Tonight you die” could mean any number of things, was the hook that set my imagination off in a rather sinister direction.
I’d like to wish Tara the very best for her continued adventure and thank her for being one of my friendly strangers.
Tarot (meet me at the carnival pt 1)
Purple and black-striped canvas tent
Worn on the edges, patches here and there
Outside smells like dog piss
But inside it smells like incense
And the thighs of a curvy woman
There are crystals and magic 8
An indifferent dark cat curled on a shelf
Sounds of nature intermixed with the didgeridoo
Her nails are trim, painted deep purple
A religious symbol for her
Each and every trinket and it’s placement
Her eye, squinting, looking within
Sees until you squirm
“Tonight you die” could mean any number of things
Fortunes for the unfortunate
Should you want to check out the poem I wrote, inspired by this wonderful piece you can see it here.