Inspired by the work of Ashe.
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
Read 664 times
Written on 2014-02-25 at 00:03
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
The GYPSY WOMAN DANCES
The fire burns higher and higherSparks 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
Read 664 times
Written on 2014-02-25 at 00:03
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text