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Thursday, April 8, 2010

The Hag Of Windy Days

Gypsies cursed the weather--

You can't chart that.



It rains or it turns raw,

And I feel naked--

Not like I have no clothes,

But like I have no skin.



Gypsies cursed my memories,

And yet I hoard them.



I think of you, and my hands come away wet--

They've been petting the wound again.

They drip blood into the pot

And then call that soup

And I call that

Poems.



Gypsies travel

Ever further south,

Growing more sultry and more removed from God with every turn of the wheel.

Me, I stay here--

Our Hag Of Windy Days--



With an old tin funnel, I pour vile scalding soup down the marrow bone,

And when I scream

Like a cat dropped down a lightning bolt,

You'll say,

"It's that damn gypsy,"

Then close your window and light the fire.

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18 comments:

  1. Shay, this is an awesome poem. Your imagery just crackles and leaps off the page straight into my heart. Thank you for feeding me this morning. Blessings!

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  2. My fire is lit now.

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  3. I can SO relate to the second verse. That's as raw as it gets.

    Marion's right. Your imagery is incredible. (Poor kitty!)

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  4. And, I call the poems brilliant.

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  5. So raw and painfull and still such beauty, Shay.

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  6. Dear Girl, this is beautiful.

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  7. Love that damn Gypsy! :)

    You're creating beautiful images with words again, Chica. Very nice.

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  8. Whoa. Yeah. Wow. Words fail me. Gypsy got to me.

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  9. All day long today I got called a gypsy by a few folks...strange and somehow kismet as I think we are both born of the same gypsywarrior woman cloth...

    How can I say brilliant to you?

    How can I convey beauty to you who writes beauty every day...

    Loveyou
    g

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  10. "Gypsies cursed my memories,
    And yet I hoard them."

    Oh, yeah, that's me all over, Shay. Also like Mojo said, poor kitty!LOL.

    TGIF BRM!

    Sockmonk

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  11. "Close your window
    and light the fire."

    You are something!!!!




    Aloha from Waikiki


    Comfort Spiral

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  12. OK, I've tried and tried to come up with an original comment, because I always say, "Great! Brilliant! I love it!", and I feel totally unoriginal.

    In this case, I can tell you my favorite part was the soup of poems. Genius!

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  13. Fine picture here. A gypsy and a fire. I'd be looking over my shoulder.

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  14. PS - Love the "I don't think I know you well enough to accept your freaking blog award" image on the sidebar! Ha!

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  15. Clever indeed! This is quite something else. Very fun. A cat dropped down a lightning bolt! Oh my!

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  16. I thoroughly enjoyed this, alot, did I say alot?

    Who gives a damn if alot isn't a word...I enjoyed this ALOT.

    Cheers Shay.

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