Wayward Gypsy

Her Moon was a gold painted 

tassle strung...

And her Sun was a bold

mesh of reds...

Soft, dark hands with

tinted nails,

moved in a

strange snake dance,

above her head,

as she swirled

around the graves

to the music of her tinkling silver anklets....

Her skies were always pastel,

wound with peach silk threads...

She danced as the musk-laden wind blew,

as the dust rose, and enveloped the grass beds...

Her songs were sad, sad verses

and her music

was the chorus of the dead 

branches over sand....

Her breaths--measured and counted

in cinnamon sticks

and coconut milk....

Her eyes were green, green lamps

           ......Luminous

And her hair--

the color of sun-baked bricks.

Author's Note

Halloween's long gone...but I wanted to write a piece with a subtle scary undertone...
This one's still in the editing process...suggestions are welcome! :))

Reviews

[Alistair (Ali)]

A fine piece indeed!- Never be afraid to revisit a piece time and again. Poetry is all about writing- then re-writing. Sometimes i write copious lines but use only two or three from the pages I have written.
I wrote a piece circa 10 years ago- and finished it last year! Thats the beauty of poetry- it can constantly evolve as we enjoy new experiences.
Well done!

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for visiting, and I apologize for replying so late

[Alistair (Ali)]

My pleasure, and no need for apologies,- we are all busy people! Looking forward to reading some more of your work.
Best wishes
Ali

[An owl on the moon]

You create such a sacred world here in the wildness of the scents, the colors, the flavors, every sight and sound. It is a melancholy magnificence. Deep and wondrous!

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for this kind review!
Ps I love the phrase "melancholy magnificence."

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. Not scary but the description is wonderful and create good places and visions for the reader.
"Her skies were always pastel,
wound with peach silk threads...
She danced as the musk-laden wind blew,
as the dust rose, and enveloped the grass beds..."
I did like the above lines a lot. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Moonie]

Thank you, Coyote for that review! :))
I am very glad you like those lines...

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome my dear friend.

[Einstein Noodle]

the imagery is intoxicating for me ..i would fall in love with this Gypsy for sure .. glad to fall under her spell ... i especially think this is so sublime and brilliant:
" Her breaths--measured and counted
in cinnamon sticks
and coconut milk...."
i'm so happy to see your face Moonie! :)
E.

[Moonie]

Same here, Einstein! So happy to be back...I'm still not as active as I would like to be on here though...
And thanks for the review! :))

[Sami Khalil]

"Her songs were sad, sad verses
and her music
was the chorus of the dead
branches over sand...."

A gorgeous and very touching poem of immense generation of images. Thank you for sharing...:).............

[Moonie]

Thank you, sir for the lovely words!! I feel elated! :))

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly. ....::::))))

[Alfred Kukitz]

Moon's Fairest Daughter!

I can't find a shred of improvement among words that take imagination to the mountain's top. A Beauty!

regards,
al

[Moonie]

Thanks so much, Al!! :* I'm just coming to review your amazing writes!
(Hugs)

[Alfred Kukitz]

and kisses for you beautiful!

[M P Ramesh]

MFD,
The nature with its abundant treasures are an item, to be the biggest , which generated the stir inside writers. As an area of consolation it worked as hideout for them ever. The emotions starts with it and diminish with it. So the scars are visible always like above.

enjoy it and recreate it......lucky writers

excellent attempt indeed....
carry on....
really tasted its absolute solitude and rare moments...


mp

[Moonie]

Thank you, Ramesh! Glad you enjoyed! :))

[Fran Marie]

absolute beauty abounds in each phrase of this lovely poem.. I so liked
Her songs were sad, sad verses

and her music

was the chorus of the dead

branches over sand....

very descriptive and vivid to me..nice work!

[Moonie]

Thank you so much, ma'am! :))