Nostradamus Found Quatrains
The spelling of the south wind would change rime.
Moved by laws, quarrel and monopoly,
The sixth bright celestial splendor
Will come to thunder. April will be set aside.
Removed from judgment and counsel,
Fate will be determined on departure.
The strange nation will strike the Moon
hidden in deep shadows. Her brother passes.
A rusty color hidden a long time under eclipses,
Iron will cool in the bloody wound
Because of the Lady’s reply, troubled
Ambassadors will take their lives through envy.
Source text: Leoni, Edgar. Nostradamus and His Prophecies. New York: Bell Publishing Company, 1982. Pages 154, 155.
After letting them rest for almost three months, I’m ready to begin posting the 27 found poems I wrote during National Poetry Month (aka April), and posted to the PoMoSco site for Poetry Scout “badges”, since Camp PoMoSco is now offline. Nostradamus Found Quatrains earned the Open Book badge. I’m posting it first for no better reason than I have a couple of Nostradamus memes (Steal ’em. I did.) to go with…
I feel fine, too.