Thursday, November 15, 2012

Gypsy Wind

But the gypsy wind danced
as no storm ever could,
'round lightning condensed
into a pile of burnt wood:  
charred embers, the relics
of night-searing dreams;
strewn dust, the ash-grey
of stifled screams.

Sequel to "Gypsy's Prayer"

2 comments:

patience and the prodigal said...

This gets my vote for poem of the month;by a mile. Where do you get all that creativity?
The Prodigal.

Turquoise said...

A weighty vote, indeed. Thank you very much.

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