Romany Gypsy

With flashing eyes she did enthral as to the beat of drums she danced a wild flamingo with clacking castanets her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl Golden earrings sparkling and flashing heels looking impossibly high as she twirls her eyes flashing enticing messages as the men flock to her a mocking laugh Siren of the senses as well she knows she taunts and teases as she grabs hold only to push her admirer head over heels leaving him stunned and dazed in the dirt In a puff of smoke she vanishes from view long rolls of drums call to her to come back the men look in vain for her return a soft voice enticingly calls from the shadows Singing of long journeys to far away exotic places of caravan wheels swishing and of horses gavotting of smokey camp fires bristling with full cauldrons no clue to what lies within just enticing smells She tells of lovers she has known in distant past entreating the men, who try their luck to no avail she sits brushing her long raven black hair of curls and the sparks fly giving her an ethereal appearance The fires die low and still she has not yet chosen it seems she is waiting for someone not now here flashes of lightening fork across the sullen skies and the skies open in deluges of rain and thunder As her admirers scatter seeking shelter she laughs spinning round and round hair flying out scattering droplets that glisten and sparkle in pale light at last she crumbles done to the sodden ground A mighty flash of lightening rends the sky in half highlighting a jet black horse rearing up high she runs forward laughing he is here, he has come her gypsy king, he swings her up before him and turns As the summer storm fades the last fork shows the two lovers high-lit on the rolling hill then gone, gone to their secret place of tryst she leaves lingering memories in men's minds of what might have been