Gypsy Rose of Mystic Seaport

Gypsy Rose of Mystic Seaport

A Poem by Marie Harrison
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On old witchy sea hag poem.

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Gypsy Rose Of Mystic Seaport

 

She was known as the Gypsy Rose of

Mystic Seaport by the tourists.

She would read their palms and

sing them old sea dog songs

from long ago.

 

But every now and then, the fairest rose

to skirt around town would strangely

go missing.  Not so strange to the inhabitants

of this old sea town, because we knew

of her witchy ways,

this mysterious sea wench.

 

Her preference wasn’t distinctive.

No, she liked blondes, red heads,

brunettes even a few early grey headed lasses too,

she even liked the ones that wore thick black,

chunky eye glasses.

 

But they were all young and rather shapely,

that was her only vice.

 

She wore a wig as her disguise, but she would

drink their blood or do bizarre Wiccan tricks on them,

like give them colorful butterfly wings.

 

 

But every time that devious,

statuesque witch was through with these tourist ladies,

she would snap their necks and leave their limp and bloodless

bodies at the edge of the Mystic Ocean Cemetery,

where the candles were lit with a red glow every night. 

 

Our Gypsy Rose had bewitched

them until they grew cold,

so we are told.

© 2010 Marie Harrison


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she would snap their necks and leave their limp and bloodless
bodies at the edge of the Mystic Ocean Cemetery,
where the candles were lit with a red glow every night


You definitely have a flair for writing folklore/ tales/ballads and captivating

the reader ,this really is chilling, what a wicked witch she was ~Loved it!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.



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I like the mysticism in this poem :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Chillingly captivating. You have such a way with words.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Well, she certainly doesn't sound like MY lovely Rose. You've managed to let the imagination live the tale. Nicely penned.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Woah, that was AMAZING. Seriously, this whole piece is drop dead freaking gorgeous, I loved it. From the first stanza your words were inside of my mind thrusting images into my imagination. You write with so many colors, reading this was like being taken to a whole new world. I didn't feel like I was sitting here reading a poem made by a friend, I felt like I was having an experience. This was incredible. I love it, thank you so much for sharing. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mysterious and vivid, you create a place and character that seems so alive.. a legend of one who would near haunt a town. Powerfully written, and so straightforward vicious.. Excellent for the season.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Indeed. I'll agree with Fran Marie - you have an incredible flair for folklore.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

she would snap their necks and leave their limp and bloodless
bodies at the edge of the Mystic Ocean Cemetery,
where the candles were lit with a red glow every night


You definitely have a flair for writing folklore/ tales/ballads and captivating

the reader ,this really is chilling, what a wicked witch she was ~Loved it!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Some problems here. No real flow and wiccans do not harm people like that. They believe the golden rule more than christians do

Posted 9 Years Ago


An old sea folklore of a sea witch in Mystic Seaport.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I like these folktales of old. Those Gypsy who would steal your soul and your children. I like the complete story. You create a strong character and many victims to be lost to the Gypsy Rose. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 18, 2010
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Tags: Witches, Sea Poem, Horror, Gypsy, Old Wives Tale

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Marie Harrison
Marie Harrison

Atlanta, GA



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