Queen of Pentacles

Ten of Pentacles

Her silken attire and golden adornments indicate that her social status is relatively comfortable, curled up as she is against the hoarding Dragon. The winds whisper ancient secrets to the trees. The trees curl and coil their roots around their own nuggets and then with a brush of leaves pass it onto the Dragon. And he in turn sings those words to her, for he has seen much in his centuries and has been steeped in what was. The world is a stained glass masterpiece - a world of art and wealth; and she holds clasped tight a Peach of Immortality and Auspiciousness.
Two of Pentacles

Nine of Pentacles

Her spiritual being is in communion with the material aspects of her life. She strives to make that connection musically through such an elaborate and mechanical instrument as a piano. This piano however is no pure man-made one, as it is tuned to the world around it, inextricably entwined into the fabric of nature. She is alone, in solitude and self-sufficiency. The snail shell she sits on and the spirals in the branches of the trees are a physical representation of the Golden Mean ratio, a continuum that approaches the Infinite, approaches balance, approaches the Ideal.
Four of Pentacles


Three of Pentacles


Pentacles
Timeframe?
Realm?
Season?
Element?
Timeframe - Months
Realm - Matter/Finance Season - Autumn Element - Earth
Ace of Pentacles

Five of Pentacles


Page of Pentacles

King of Pentacles

Seven of Pentacles

She stands in a verdant garden that she has lovingly tended, guardian dryad the wood. The peaches are ripe – a magical energy writhing in each lush globe. Peaches are a fruit of summer, of long days of relaxation. Their nectar is honeyed longevity. To pluck them or no? Will they still sparkle with that living glow once taken from the tree, or will they just become dull as the normal fruit in her basket? The tattooed waves churn on her body with her speculation.
Eight of Pentacles

With diligence and patience, the Spider crafts her gossamer web. Dawn dusts an array of dewy stars across the threads.
weaver weave a pattern:
weave a dream of summer musk;
weave the drape of autumn dusk.
weaver weave a fate:
weave a life’s frail anchored line;
weave the pale moon’s waxing signs.
weaver weave a web:
craft each silky precious thread,
artist’s inhibitions shed.

Knight of Pentacles

Steadfast, conservative, and stubborn; he is set in his ways and on his path, locked onto his goal, with almost a tunnel-vision mentality. The foliage parts for him in a narrow path, and he has eyes for none of the temptations around him; only for the light that is his goal. The Knight of Pentacles is methodical, thorough, and unwavering. He rides upon the crest of an earth dragon, grounded, slow but undeniable in its progess – where he sets his sights will be reached.
Six of Pentacles
