Gypsy Skies
Monotetra
Fortunes arise ‘neath gypsy skies,
when that campfire smoke you espy,
come on by and get a surprise;
‘neath lunar light, ‘neath lunar light.
As moonlight creeps from cloudy shade,
happy notes resound in the glade,
dancer in finest threads displayed;
mystical maid, mystical maid.
She’ll read your fortune in the leaves,
by serving you delicious tea,
displaying gypsy artistry;
so psychic’s she, so psychic’s she.
She’ll scry a crystal ball for you,
peruse the tea leaves from your brew,
she’ll even read the Tarot too;
your fortune viewed, your fortune viewed.
10-12-2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (25)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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