Saturday, April 26, 2008


if the Clever Gypsy had a little sister, she might be....


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.


Jess said...

I love this poem, Shay. And I miss your comments!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, and sorry sweety....I hadn't realized you had posted more photographs!

C. Elizabeth said...

Hey Shay, I enjoyed this poem and like your style. I especially loved the images and the way it made me feel.

I'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

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, C, it is great to see you here!

I love your poetry and your blog. Oops. and I stole the Library Thing from you...sorry!!!

Shrinky said...

Eeek, best steer clear hon, sounds like this one bites!

Anonymous said...

I love all your /ch/ repetition: "Chimera, charming gypsy witch, soft-cheeked"