She danced with feline grace.
Swept the dance floor with such elegance.
She mesmerized like an enchantress.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
I met her
on the boardwalk ramp
and said ...
“You Have Nice Eyes”
The Gypsy Lady
fixed her gaze
my hand in hers
replied ...
“White hates black
and black hates white
their fear right now
forbids
“Division preys
to rule the land
fate drifting
on the skids
“But just remember
this one thing
if we are
to survive
“Coffee colored kids
will reign
to save our souls
— demise”
(Haverford College: February, 2026)
For I pry my damnest
Her legs of an oyster
For they do not give way
Thy lacking in moisture
This night of great troubles
It pains me so
My loins are aching
Her pearls glow
A beauty to behold
Her spirit roam free
I have created her cage
A fear she will never love me
To control her is to have her
An immature thought
And that I believed
These urges I have fought
In her presence I seethe
Thy rage boils over
I'm loosing my control
As well as my composure
I feel her in my soul
My body aches with words unheard
For I cannot help it
This fire, it burns
her smile
her youth
her grace
‘Esmeralda’
the mere mention of her name
causes envy with its charm
conjures sweet idyllic musings
free as a butterfly
enchanting and hypnotic
exquisite in every way
the dancing gypsy
‘Esmeralda’
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on May 8, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE 7 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
With Athena's wise courage
and the fierce confidence of Artemis'
The lily pond smiles back at Esmeralda
hypnotizing waterlilies-
beauty so cleansed
the water can't mimic her movements.
The enchanting dark haunts the lively garden-
hidden within a forest,
behind a cottage of green
The wings of an angel mirror the auburn hair,
the array of hydrangeas
mermaid-like white-
flowing violently over the fuzzy water,
effect the loss of gravity.
She floats.
Sits. Waiting-
for the answer to all of her questions,
to know right from wrong,
even though her answer lies in front-
within the gleaming light
that presents itself so delicately on the surface
but hides in a world
far from reality.
Within a book, with twists and plots that never end
and where the fantasy unfolds
only sharing clips from chapters.
The serenity
still,
as though there are no clocks,
no ticking
only moments
creating miracles.
Sarah Casey-Reflection
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