Gypsy Wind

Gypsy Wind

A Poem by The Iron Horseman

The mystical wind that fuels the creative process.


Gypsy Wind

The gypsy wind swirls through my brain,

Turning memories to mush.

It scrambles through my thoughts, again and again,

In one vertiginous rush.

From time to time old ghosts appear,

From that howling cloud,

To say their piece with smile or sneer,

In silence, screaming loud.

I fight my way through the ghastly gale,

The gypsy wind persists,

Determined to tell its own tall tale,

I'm powerless to resist.

This storm is always in my head,

The wind, it wants to own me,

I won't escape it till I'm dead,

The awful things its shown me.

But the gypsy wind just tells the truth,

Shows life with caustic clarity,

Interpretation is yours forsooth,

Oft cause for some hilarity.

Then the wind just blows away,

Rolls on down the road,

Once more your rational mind holds sway,

You're the hero, not the toad.

Prince Charming kisses Snow White,

She wakes from her endless dreaming,

Says, “My dreams gave me a dreadful fright,

Changing real to just seeming.”

The mind is such a fragile thing,

It can be broken like a glass,

Or it can make a stone heart sing,

And wondrous things then come to pass.

So listen to the gypsy wind,

It just might speak to you,

And when and if it does,

Remember, it speaks true.

© 2023 The Iron Horseman

© 2023 The Iron Horseman

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The Iron Horseman
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Added on June 16, 2023
Last Updated on June 16, 2023
Tags: creativity, brainstorming, mystical wind, philosophy, psychiatry, craziness, mind games


The Iron Horseman
The Iron Horseman


Aspiring new writer. I enjoy writing stories, poems and song lyrics. In fact most of my poems are song lyrics! All constructive input is welcome. If you think something sucks, tell me so. I won't be o.. more..