The Pisces Scrying Pool

Art by Alexandra Dvornikova

The Pisces new moon is a scrying pool that keeps its secret magics hidden in the plainest sight. But you must journey to reach them, tucked in amongst the cliffs at the far end of the zodiac. An ancient lighthouse stands sentinel so you don't dash your hopes on the jagged shores of the world. The trees dance with the howling gale as their dryads lead you unseen towards the pool.

Earlier still the dark moon sung up the rains and wilder winds to stipple its surfaces, wrapping your hair tightly over your weeping eyes. A siren's song calls your body to her attention now, far from the warring world of mawing men and steely mothers clutching babes to breast, stealing your focus and leading you to the shimmering lake of her enchantments.

The lady of the crescent rises from the water, silently staring into your soul. Calls you to your escape far beyond this dimension of denial and into fantastical worlds of possibility without caution. Gently but insistently she pulls you under, imploring your own enchantments to show themselves through you this dark night.

Your hair floats about you like a cloud and you feel the soft lift of the waters. The stars shoot beams of light through ribbons of kelp that dance around you from the deep blue below. Her voice whispers to you in an ancient language from a time when your lungs were gills and magic flew from your crinkled fingers. The dream tugs at your heart as the great gods above implore you to chase it down.

She murmurs the spell into wet skin as you float through this sea of stars, coaxing the imaginal and tickling the edges of possibility. Hope seeps in like a sigh. The revolution sorely short of magic turns its head. We lift enchanted eyes wide to its outstretched invitation.

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2022