Gypsy Dancers
Gypsy dancers
Have stopped
Their twirling
The flame
Is still
Upon the fire
The dog
It barks
At the stillness
Of my pen
But not
The stillness
Of my Heart
I hear the crickets
Crawling
The ancient ones
Murmuring
As if a flock
Of lorikeets
Have taken up
The gypsy dance
Around that fire
That has died
Or is it
My heart
That is
Dead
And my mind
It has melted
Into a
Murmuring flock
Of lorikeets
On me
Setting head
Copyright © Dominic Middleton | Year Posted 2020
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