Spied in crystal a whirlwind begins
With fate and fare the orbuculum spins
White fogged mirrors where futures adhere
Hidden within the confines of the sphere
Fortune-telling of that which is foretold
The gifted performance a revelation to behold
Clairvoyance an ancient art to the eye
Soaked in gypsy’s blood they scry
Cast to the heavens the lovers before liars
And send down below dense smoke before fires
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: Crystal Ball
The Twisting Tail 
I just love your work! ❤️ This is the second time I have seen the word scry used and how apt! Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thank you so much. Love yours too 💚
And thank you for the great prompt. It’s not often one has the opportunity to use such words.
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My pleasure!
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When I look at this post on your site, your profile picture fits perfectly into the pupil. 😲
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You’re right! I didn’t even realise. I only look at the site on my phone. A very happy coincidence 😊
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I like the hint at the “performance” aspect of fortune telling. Well done!
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Thank you. I may have been a little tongue in cheek with this poem 😏
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Wonderful poem!
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Thank you. Sorry about the delay in response, I just found your comment in spam.
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