the king of cups, seaweed straggled grey beard, seated on a barnacle encrusted throne …of mother of pearl and crab shell (nacreous,opalescent!) a stern figure, the depths of sea grey eyes, yet with warmth, humour midst the wrinkles… was thinking about him on my jog, you gotta think about something! (maybe not!) and hard not to be aware of the brooding power of the sea up on the cliff tops
came back and my tarot book says ‘Responsibility before Self Expression’… ha! seldom the message we want to hear, i guess he is the most compromised of the kings, the tethering of dreams, creative potential, of imagination, of poetry, of love.. to the mundane world of temporal authority… king canute, depending on how you feel, is either a fool who believed he could turn back the waves, else a teacher of subtle wisdom… but beneath, beyond it all, the beautiful, wild, furious surge of the waves
pic, tho not much how i see him, is from lisa hunt – animals divine tarot,’Responsibility before Self Expression’, time to get on with preparing veggie lasagne
Richard and yeats.. always yeats…
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
Sunday at 12:50 · Edited · Like
Mole that’s you after you take off your orange xmas jersey?
Richard but mz mole i never take off my christmas jumper x …nah yer right, rumbled, still brushing the barnacles out o’ me beard… i’ve been mistooken for a manatee … more than once! xx
