Wayward Gypsy

Wayward Gypsy

A Poem by Moon's fairest daughter

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.

© 2017 Moon's fairest daughter



Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5

Author's Note

Moon's fairest daughter
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! :))

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Beautifully evocative poem. Wild, witchy, almost Druid-esque imagery describing the sensuous gypsy woman’s sinuous dance amid her dead (captive) audience. Thirds verse transforms her into something more (or less) than human with green eyes glowing in the dark. Loved this!

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

10 Months Ago

Thank you for the kind words, dear poet!
Annette Pisano-Higley

10 Months Ago

You are most welcome!



Reviews

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!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

I did enjoy and you are welcome my dear friend.
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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

1 Year Ago

Same here, Einstein! So happy to be back...I'm still not as active as I would like to be on here th.. read more
"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...:).............

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

and kisses for you beautiful!
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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

1 Year Ago

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

2
next Next Page
last Last Page
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

803 Views
17 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on April 2, 2017
Last Updated on April 2, 2017
Tags: Gypsy, nature, woman

Author

Moon's fairest daughter
Moon's fairest daughter

About
If you're a dreamer, come in If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar A hope er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer, If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin .. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


FRAMED * FRAMED *

A Poem by emmajoy