Planetary WizA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe was wearing a coloured waistcoat, All covered in Moons and stars, With planets and things, and Saturn with rings, And one glowing red like Mars, I saw him first in the marketplace Hid under his pointy hat, With ribbons and whorls, and pictures of girls Pinned over the place he sat. And she was there at his feet that day In a dress like a gypsy curse, Her hair was red, and I’ve always said She was one with the universe. If ever love had bitten my hand Tearing the flesh from the bone, Then I’d have bled like a river, red While dragging the girl back home. But there on the table between them The tickets were piled so high, And each one said, ‘would you rather dead, Or up for a place in the sky?’ It looked like a planetary super mart With pebbles from outer space, And there I saw an astrology chart With a sketch reflecting my face. I’d swear that the gypsy scowled at me As the Moon Man tapped with his wand, A sense of dread sweeping over my head Put me in the sea of despond, ‘You know you have to get out of here,’ He whispered, the Man from Mars, ‘They’re coming to sweep you away this year, Along with your rusty cars.’ The girl threw open her gypsy dress The end would play on her screen, The earth had gone where it once had shone, It looked like a nightmare scene. For bits of earth were floating apart And space glowed green in the night, While only the Moon still lit up the room Where once there had been delight. ‘Pick up your ticket for who knows where,’ He said, to lighten the gloom, The gypsy curse had been getting worse Since I knew the earth was a tomb. I thanked them both, then I turned away As they faded into the stars, With planets and things, and Saturn with rings, And one glowing red like Mars, David Lewis Paget
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