jack of spades

Spades, spades:  Jack of spades.
Trades, trades:  Jack of all trades.

Knave, some call you, villainous fool.
Your love-struck cousin the hedgehog
(who kept company with prayerful Joan)
was a thief.

What do you steal?

Prince Hector holds diamonds
and Maccabee is coming up clover,
but you, giant-slayer, have no peace.

Holger, Ogier, one-eyed son of a Dane
(my true grandfather),
knight to Charlemagne
(by some accounts, my ancient grandfather),
hero in French poetry,
minstrels sing your praise.

You were often wild
in the home where I was raised.

At what do you stare,
gazing over your left shoulder as you do?
Private valet to the Crown,
do you dream of diadems and sceptres?

Stay your hand, in line with the Court,
until I bear the pool.





Day Twenty-Three:  “Take a card, any card” Poem

Today,  take a chance, literally. Find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, uno cards, cards from your “Cards Against Humanity” deck – whatever), shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Now, begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keep going without stopping for five minutes. Then take what you’ve written and make a poem from it.

I drew the Jack of Spades (obviously).