Sunday, April 6, 2008

Clever Gypsy



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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8 comments:

Leigh Russell said...

Clever poem.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, Leigh. I had just recently seen "The Illusionist" at the time I wrote this, and had those sorts of things in mind.

Kelly Dickson said...

yes, 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!

Blu said...

a nice hot adventure...hmmm.

Jess said...

Wonderful 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!

Fireblossom said...

Thank 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.

Florencia Suarez A. said...

What can I say?.. I love it!

flipside records said...

WOW:

"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.