POEM: Gypsy Blood

GYPSY BLOOD

You must have gypsy blood-

The way you sing that song

And toss back your hair-

The way your body swirls

To the pounding throb

Of the gypsy drums

And the violin…

You catch the fiddler’s eye

In the candle’s gleam

As you take three steps back

Into shadowland-

As the voices call you back

To your gypsy home,

Your eyes burn the dark

With a wild flame,

And you grit your teeth

On a thorny rose

As the coal-black night

Throws a cloak of stars

Around your shaking limbs…

You take another step

Into my line of sight

And laughing, snarling, defiant

You step out into the light-

You must have gypsy blood,

The way you sing that song

To the open road and the open sky,

The way that candle flame

Catches a secret corner

Of your roving eye-

And I wait, watching

My transported image

Burning within-

I wait, mesmerised

For our dance to begin…

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