The 6th House

August 7, 2016

Another traveller awaits us,
Wandering nude in fields of wheat
With dark, charcoal skin and eyes
Like mercury: silver and deadly.

This one is careful, knowing
What you will ask before you do:
Her wisdom in all things is
Unmistakably sound.

This daughter of Apollo has
Appeared in a thousand tales
In a thousand lifetimes, but
None of them do her justice.

With her return, she heralds
A new golden age of peace.


The 5th House

August 6, 2016

A fanfare of trumpets
Announces the next traveller
And his regal arrival, as he is
Carried in upon a throne.

This sign fancies himself king
Over his brothers and sisters,
But in truth, he’s ruled by only
One: the sun itself.

His attendants revolve around
Him, he rarely leaves his seat.
With golden crown perched high,
He sits fixed to reign long.

While he may be a false king,
His warmth shines out into space.


The 4th House

August 5, 2016

As our next traveller arrives,
She smells strongly of the ocean
And carries an épée; she wears
Only a bright orange dress.

Though she dislikes strangers,
If you tell her a good joke, she’ll
Smile like a crescent moon
And call you a friend.

But be warned: this one lives
On the beach like a hermit, even
The other signs are guarded
Around her quick temper and steel.

She will tell you goodbye, but
Won’t leave until morning.


The 3rd House

July 11, 2016

Out of thin air, they arrive.
Twins run in this household,
And as these come forth, it is
Clear that they cannot decide.

What they can’t decide upon
Is which of them is smarter,
(A dangerous question) but if
They ask you, DO NOT answer.

This partnership is unique:
While it may seem to divide,
They are stronger together…
There’s a lesson to learn in that.

A couplet in physical form, they
Dance away towards the horizon.


The 2nd House

July 11, 2016

Approaching from the sea,
Our next traveller wades in
From his island home, horns
And hooves shining in the sun.

A practical creature, it is not
Prone to speaking aloud. He is
Proud but not boastful, truly an
Independent thinker of his time.

With each hoof imprinted in
The sand, a coin purse jingles;
He does not seem to feel like
Sharing in his king’s ransom.

A perfect sign of ambition, he’ll
Reign with two curved horns.


The 1st House

May 6, 2016

Erupting forwards like a
New-born flame is the next
Traveller, gliding effortlessly
Across the shimmering sky.

The oracles could not see
How its true form appeared:
Like fire, it dances and leaps
Too quickly to make out.

Compass in hand, it gazes on,
Looking for the next road to
Be the first to travel down…
Its journey will never truly end.

With blazing light it leads,
Both too new and yet too old.


The 12th House

May 6, 2016

The next traveller to visit
Is by far the oldest, wisest;
His key made of white stone
(Not iron) and mossy bloom.

What most notice first
About him are the gills,
They widen and narrow
With each labored breath.

He rises again in spring with
The freshly melted snow,
But each time he also weeps
For those he could not save.

By April, he is gone; returned
To the sea where he was born.