if the Clever Gypsy had a little sister, she might be....
CHIMERA
Chimera, charming gypsy witch,
Soft-cheeked goddess or heartless bitch,
When I reach for the apple
in your perfect grip,
When I reach for the apple
at the curve of your hip,
My hand finds the thorn bush,
My blood red and bright
Like an Ace of Hearts
On the ground in the night.
I love this poem, Shay. And I miss your comments!
ReplyDeleteThanks, and sorry sweety....I hadn't realized you had posted more photographs!
ReplyDeleteHey Shay, I enjoyed this poem and like your style. I especially loved the images and the way it made me feel.
ReplyDeleteI've just recently discovered your blog. I love seeing others who appreciate poetry and contribute by bringing forth a style that is all their own.
ps- thanks for the wonderful comments on my blog
Thank you, C, it is great to see you here!
ReplyDeleteI love your poetry and your blog. Oops. and I stole the Library Thing from you...sorry!!!
Eeek, best steer clear hon, sounds like this one bites!
ReplyDeleteI love all your /ch/ repetition: "Chimera, charming gypsy witch, soft-cheeked"
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