Daver Austin Poet Free verse

La Gitana

LA GITANA

The Gypsy
Hush! -
That quiet    sultry    dark    forbidding gaze
What black    rich    blood runs her veins?
She of the woods
Of the caravan
Of the moonlit     midnight campfires
But hear!
Distantly
A minor sound
Bitter sweet
Eternally sad
Some scarred    battered    old violin sings
Intoning invitation
The man – 
Short    but Swarthy
His eyes young    but oh so ancient
A polka dot bandana
Hiding coal black hair
Rises
Motions the woman
Then begins the dance
Slowly
Slowly gaining speed
Gaining madness1
Accelerating!
Until 
The very forest animals are charged 
Watching
Mesmerized 
The ghosts of many campfires
Hundreds
Hover round
Just their white   white moonshot eyes distinct 
The fiddle howls
A demon on the run!
It is one    charmed    erotic    whirling circle
Tempting the angels looking down

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Elizabeth Wesley September 21, 2011 at 8:49 PM I found it Daver and can add to my favs. So much gypsy romance in this verse.

Michelle Mac Donald May 11, 2011 at 4:00 PM An interesting write, Daver! They are of the most intiguing people. Their lore, music, dance, and an edge of mystical mystery. Love your imagery, "white moonshot eyes"...so clever! You've created a scene that many would love to see. Feels as though they have an unmanagable wildness. I met someone last year from Romania, I asked about the gypsies. He wasn't impressed by them :( They seem part of an epic romance? Oh well...Best wishes! Love, Mikki

Caroline Cécile Delacroix April 10, 2011 at 4:11 PM Being so often shunned didn't make it easy for them to survive, they were known to be thieves. Out of fear, they were compared to demon possessed type people. Read a book about them not long ago. That is why I felt like sharing this with you. Thank you also for your kind comments on my latest. It is good you are able to do now the things you were fearing doing when you were younger. As my Dad used to say, "it is never too late, as long as one lives." Love and blessings! Caroline.

Caroline Cécile Delacroix April 10, 2011 at 4:03 PM There is a lot of myth about gypsies. They originated from India, moved to the Eastern part of Europe, then with the wars, many moved to France, in a region called "La Camargue". They are a people who were close to nature, many had psychic abilities. Many were quite agile and could perform spectacular acts as in circus. They are indeed very adept with the fiddle and their music is quite genious actually. They were shunned for their free spirit. A poignant write, Daver!

James Foulk April 9, 2011 at 10:16 AM how charming this piece of beautful is, I enjoyed reading it. thank you for reading The Red Water Pump and for your kind comments. I'm glad this poem brought back some memories for you, and your right well water is the coldest water and so good.

Elaine George April 8, 2011 at 6:07 PM Sensational! Daver. Exhilerating! Love this. Lainie

Doris Culverhouse April 7, 2011 at 8:29 AM :You must be a bee charmer??

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 7, 2011 at 6:32 AM Perfection in your imagery and visuals Dave.. luv the gypsy theme.. have been called a gypsy myself at times growing up for my carefree spirit.. luv.. reminds me of the ancient days of nomadic fun.. amazing as always my friend..luv..

Doris Culverhouse April 6, 2011 at 3:05 PM enjoyed your tempting poem....

Sara Kendrick April 6, 2011 at 3:01 PM Very descriptive work that you have penned..The reading of which is almost like being there in that campfire light..Sara

Andrea Dietrich April 6, 2011 at 2:34 PM wow, such a passionate write. You could set this to some wild violin music that I bet you could play!! Wonderful, Daver!!

Kabuteng P.Ink K. April 6, 2011 at 6:20 AM What a very intriguing description you give here of this charming gypsy, Dave-- she just comes alive here-- way to go for you :) -- btw I read your comments in Andrea's poem-- care for some chocolate truffles? :) I can whip up a mean batch of those ;) hehe or so I'd like to think ;) -- enjoy the rest of your week :) hugs

Carolyn Devonshire April 5, 2011 at 4:02 PM This gypsy is quite the temptress, Daver, and the man would be well advised "accelerate" in another direction when she begins her wicked dance. Awesome images of the ghosts and forest creatures surrounding the campfire. Very spooky, dear friend, and you know I love it! You you too, Carolyn

Carol Sunshine Brown April 4, 2011 at 12:33 PM I enjoyed reading your poetry today and will be back again soon to read more Daver. May you have a week of good health, joy and sunshine to light up your life. Love, Carol

James Peranteau April 4, 2011 at 10:07 AM A perfect discription of my years of knowledge with the likes ! Awesome write dear poet ! Unbelievable, how you captured this picture, without flaw sir...have a great week Dave...much love, james