Thread: Flight of the gypsy

I kissed a girl, she was
beautiful, I swear, from deep in her
eyes, to her black, black hair.

We danced through the night
the night was our dance; hands
on her waist – she like a
feather, until she led and
became a river.

She took me to sleep – soft
grassy floor, gentle her breath
swept, damp morning air,
the sun rose, night kept
in black, black hair.
Next thing I knew, she
no longer there.


I kissed a gypsy, she was
beautiful, I swear, from deep
a soul, to darkest of hair.

Why now when I share
bonfires calm, I'm
smutted with smoke? Brothers,
sisters, in this windless hour, why
fumes still blow?




* I've witnessed a Romanian saying – a rhetorical question asked to someone when a bonfire's smoke is blowing on them; “Have you kissed a gypsy?”, it goes.

This poem is as ethereal as smoke form a distant campfire, as soft,sensual and sexy as your gypsy woman.... very beguiling and beautiful! "She like a feather, until she led and became a river"--speaks of passion so elegantly. "Next thing I knew,she no longer there"...mysterious---I love that you left a lot to the readers imagination. Great visual imagery[ grassy floor, damp morning air] wonderful details that put reader in that time and place. Thanks for a brilliant read, Peace...Jul

Beautiful, Martin. You speak of passion so delicately, the poem flows like a light caress.

Why now when I share
bonfires calm, I'm
smutted with smoke? Brothers,
sisters, in this windless hour, why
fumes still blow?

Why indeed? the reader wonders after your explanation.

It was a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.

Very sensual and mystical, Martin. CP quoted my favorite line from my favorite stanza:

We danced through the night
the night was our dance; hands
on her waist – she like a
feather, until she led and
became a river.

Thanks for the kind words.

Firemajic, I'm very glad it worked that well for you.

Farah, indeed I intended to make the reader wonder! There's a lot of discrimination taking place in this world, making us forget all the passions and attractions that all ethnic groups possess. I hope this point came across as well...

Cindy, thanks.

Sensationally beautiful. It flows like a river; calm as a stream, but the intense love binds it to your soul. Makes me want to kiss a gypsy.

I agree with everyone so far. Great rhythm through this piece. I particularly love, "Next thing I knew, she/ no longer there."

I would say you could move some of your commas around, but it's your call.

Great job!

Loved this poem - flows off the tongue and made me feel warm inside!

Thoroughly enjoyed reading

Thanks.

Squalid, I think you're right.