Clever gypsy.
Slender fingers plucked a shiny silver coin from behind my ear
And while I was distracted, grinning,
She stole my heart.
Clever gypsy.
Under waving green maples
She set up her table, and from an old top hat
Her slender fingers coaxed a cloud of gypsy moths
And when the cloud rose,
The leaves fell.
Clever Gypsy.
Now I am buried in the barrens
Covered at a crossroads;
She spent my coin on a biscuit
And my heart on a whore
Leaving only my stupid dazzled desire,
Too dim to even know it should die.
Clever Gypsy.
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Clever poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Leigh. I had just recently seen "The Illusionist" at the time I wrote this, and had those sorts of things in mind.
ReplyDeleteyes, clever and bittersweet, i wasn't quite sure where you were gonna take me with this one, but i enjoyed getting there to find out the outcome. Beware of clever gypsies!
ReplyDeletea nice hot adventure...hmmm.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, Shay. I loved the imagery you used. I could picture every bit of it in my mind. And the gypsy is such a clever woman. The rhythm of the poem flows so well!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kelly, Blu, and Jess. This has always been a bit of a favorite of mine. Even though it's about a real person, I created the gypsy part. As I wrote above, I had recently seen "The Illusionist" and also had discovered the comic strip magician Zantanna, cartoon woman of my dreams! So, I rolled all that up together, and this is the result.
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say?.. I love it!
ReplyDeleteWOW:
ReplyDelete"She spent my coin on a biscuit
And my heart on a whore
Leaving only my stupid dazzled desire,
Too dim to even know it should die"
I wasn't expecting this brilliant section; you surprised me, starting with the biscuit. Perfect.