Inspired by the work of Ashe.


The GYPSY WOMAN DANCES

The fire burns higher and higher

Sparks of fire , rise up to kiss the night

In the night sky , a full moon sits

Surrounded by handmaidens , the stars

All is quiet , no breath of wind , the night is still

The night is worm , the fire , making it so

A single violin , begins it song

Then The Gypsy Woman appears as if by a spell

As summoned by that the tribe

Slowly oh slowly she begins her seductive dance

Of longing of he she loves

Her skirt of many rich colors begins to swirls

As The Gypsy woman picks up her dance

Taps her hip with her tambourine

Men , come to her to strike a claim on her

She throws her head back , with a laugh

Then gently push each one back , firmly

But she has made her claim on her chosen man

The Gypsy Woman dances only for her chosen man

The Dyslexic Wordsmith



Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-25 at 00:03

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Thank you, Ken. I am truly honored that you would write about my Gypsy Woman. But please be very careful of those women who enchant and then disappear with all your gold, and sometimes with a curse they can steal your soul. :)

It's so much fun to inspire someone else's creativity!
2014-02-25