Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Gypsies

There must always be Gypsies.
There must always be
Stones rounded by the river,
And the Sun
Must always lift her skirts and run.

This is the fiat of the window glass
In the morning.
This is the parable of the rising biscuit,
And the sweet icing stolen
At the tip of a finger.

There must always be your glasses
At the edge of the blonde wood table.
There must always be your book,
And your lips against
White linen.

There must always be silver cuffs
And hoop earrings to balance the universe.
There must always be a yellow moth
On the dry side of the rain-leaf,
And barefoot children
Wandering.

I feel certain that God would like
For Romany to survive and be spoken;
And if God does not,
Then God is wrong.

There must always be Gypsies.
There must always be your face,
Because without the yearn of this spoked wheel within me turning,
Life would be too terrible
And still
To endure.
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Thank you to Hedgewitch, who introduced me to the poetry of Gabriel Garcia Lorca, which always inspires me.

Linked to Real Toads Open Link Monday.
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22 comments:

  1. Ah, Lorca. He has no equal. I love your Gypsy poem. It rings within my soul. xo

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  2. 'Hoop earrings to balance the universe,' indeed. Like worlds in their orbits. You know I love it all, especially the penultimate stanza, which to me says only our hearts can choose what has real significance. Beautiful and magical.

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  3. wonderful, so many images and phrases I like, ending is very good.

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  4. Oh this is so good, I broke all out in goosebumps when I reached the last lines.

    There must always be poetry
    that tastes like elderberry wine
    or I will cease to read.

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  5. I love your gypsy poems and I especially feel the longing in this one......love the hoop earrings to balance the universe and, oh, that spoked wheel within you, turning....I so know about that. A fantastic write, Ms Fireblossom. Just beautiful. Spooky good!

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  6. "There must always be silver cuffs
    And hoop earrings to balance the universe." I love this line, something so personal and particular about what makes the world right for each of us...and for all of us.

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  7. LOVE Stevie Nicks!! This is such a visual piece, Shay, but then I feel that all of your's are. Whenever I read you it as when I read a good book with a scrolling mental picture to the very last word. Well done!

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  8. The ability to imbue a poem with musicality is (in my view, anyway) something instinctive, something inherent and unobtainable through book-learning. It's a gift, and this piece is so gifted.

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  9. This is wonderful! Yes, there must always be........

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  10. Fantastic piece! I love the interplay between the mundane and the otherworldly. And I love Stevie Nicks! and YOU!

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  11. The only gypsy I approve of is Brad Pitt in the movie Snatch. But, of course, he doesn't possess the gift for words that you have...

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  12. Hoop earrings to balance the universe...love that line. I often think of gypsies...I think there is a bit of their spirit in me.

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  13. This is just incredible. I love "parable of the rising biscuit."

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  14. I whole heartedly agree...a toast then, lets not let the townie get a hold of that hoop. wonderful.

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  15. Yes a kiss from the Gypsy, a curse or a gift ;)

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  16. Running through this is the undercurrent of interconnectedness. I love it, as it comforts me. Loved this, my little friend.

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  17. Love the picture.

    This is so good: "There must always be your glasses
    At the edge of the blonde wood table."

    And this is incredibly creative: "And hoop earrings to balance the universe"

    Great work, Shay.

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  18. speaks to my gypsy heart. in lorca-tones.
    to bare feet and hair tangles and things that turn in us like spoked wheels, keeping the still and the terrible at bay.

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