Gypsy Song

Gypsy song-
A lullaby
Of howling wolves,

Of fiery stars
Glimmering
In the dilated pupil

Of the sky.
Gypsy song-
Wild like wind--

Always restless,
Beating a tambourine
With feet like stones--

Rolling.
Gypsy song-
Running.

A child with black hair
And eyes like iron.
Mama stirs the pot,

Her soul a cauldron
Of uncommon depth.
Papa brings meat

Carried in well-traveled hands--
A map with rambling dirt roads,
Fingers capped

With enamel armor.
Gypsy song-
Calling

A herd descending
On the meal.
Enough for all,

But never satisfying some.
Those who drink of common water
Are always searching for more.

Gypsy song-
A lullaby
Of a polished pebble moon

With beams of a silver house
Standing on a black prairie,
Its inhabitants

Only passing through.
For they are dust easily stirred
And quickly gone.

Reviews

This is a fantastic piece that I especially found interesting because you used mystic words and metaphors to describe something as common as life itself. Truly a great write ! It made me stop and think, which is often difficult for poems to do for me, and yet you didn't have to write a whole lot to make that happen ! Really great job !

[Mariah Jane]

Wow, Caitlin! I'm sorry it took me so long to review this, but this is very beautiful. I like the subtlety of things here. The beauty of life written on the page, while at the same time hinting that there is something more, something not in this life that is necessary to be satisfied. What inspired you? This is lovely.