Round the loaf,
Silver the Magyar ring
Wooden the simple cross.
Scorned, my love, for Gypsy blood
Stolen, the heart or the horse,
Sweet, the will to love so bold
Bitter, bitter, the loss.
top picture is Joanna Pacula. bottom picture is by Susie Clevenger. for Real Toads photo challenge.
Gorgeous!
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Nice contrast at the end between the sweet and the bitter.
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so lyrical...and a bit of a spell or incantation there at the end of the first as well...at least to me...smiles..
ReplyDeleteI always appreciate your gypsy poetry.
ReplyDelete"Wooden the simple cross." Your word choice, your arrangement, your images. You always have it all, Shay. (But I like you IN SPITE of that ;)
ReplyDeletePowerful words, Fireblossom...
ReplyDeleteah, that Gypsy blood!
ReplyDeleteLOVE this!
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Gypsy blood...gypsy heart...I think you have both, chica. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThis one is buoyant and lilting, even in loss and defiance, knowing what has worth all the way--esp like the horse and heart pairing. They hang horse thieves, don't they?
ReplyDeleteLove the lilt and rhythm of this one, yes, like an incantation....."bitter, bitter the loss." Great writing, as always, Ms. Gypsy Heart.
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ReplyDeleteThat's gorgeous.
Another spell you weave. Love the song as well. Gorgeous henna-I want some!
ReplyDeleteThis is just wonderful, Shay, especially the last two lines.
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I managed to see The Gypsy Kings a couple of years ago. Going in I didn't think I was going to enjoy the show, but those guys are infectious. Fantastic show! Left the venue drenched in sweat from jumping around so much. They're amazing live.
ReplyDeleteBitter the loss -- the poem ends in such sadness, but not unexpectedly so.
ReplyDeleteI love the deep rustic feeling in this, "Silver the Magyar ring
ReplyDeleteWooden the simple cross." Nice writing, Fireblossom.
I imagine this being said around a campfire... it has a lyrical chanting quality about it. I like "the will to love so bold" - that is the best way to love :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the photo of the black horses and the misty landscape... the last image of the face is stunning as well!
The song of the gypsies...love your take on my photograph. How creative to see a story of gypsies in a yellow blooming cemetery. You know it seems ironic you would speak of gypsies. My mother used to tell stories of growing up in Arkansas and how the gypsies would come to their door begging food.
ReplyDeleteThiiiinnnneeeeerrrrrr!!!!l LOl. On a more serious note, you should take some lessons from Coal Black...just sayin'.
ReplyDeleteOk, really on a more serious note. What is it about the gypsy thing that is so sexy....it just is. Dangerous...maybe...no good for us....maybe. I should have taken my parents up on the offer when they told my they were going to sell me to the Gypsies. Great writing as always...loved it.
The bitter with the sweet. Seems like it's always like that when someone leaves. A great poem! So well imagined and imaged!
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