Today I am joining in on the Gypsy Dreams Blog Hop, hosted by Gypsy Dreams Blog.
Welcome. Pull up your wagon, join the fun and enjoy.
Deep in the Ancient forest, I wander.
The terra firma, rich beneath my feet,
Emit’s the heady fragrance of clean unpolluted earth,
Enriched only by years of fallen leaves.
A slight chill in the air,
and a few leaves turned to a golden color,
The only sign that fall will soon be upon us;
to offer a vibrant Kaleidoscope of colors.
I stop to rest - a fallen log - my seat.
I ponder my existence -
From where I came &
to where I am going.
Pulled out of my reverie -
by the soulful refrain played on a old violin.
I am surprised to behold a Caravan of Wagons
And people busy in the task of setting up a camp.
A warm fire entices me closer.
Faces show signs of mistrust,
Dark piercing eyes stare
Deep into my soul.
Finally a nod of approval.
We share a kinship, They and & I.
For I am witch.
Since the beginning of time. . .
. . .“Kishani I Romani
Adoi San’ i Chav’ hani.”
“Wherever gypsies go
There the witches are, we know.”
Welcomed to a seat round the campfire,
The violin soon picks up a faster beat.
Women start to spill from the wagons,
dressed in jewel tone hues of red, green & purple.
They dance and twirl like a frenzied leaf
on it’s way to the ground on a windy day
One girl grasp me firmly by the hand
soon I have joined in this twirling and swaying.
My soul has found it’s rhythm,
Buried deep inside me.
I dance till my feet ach,
And my legs refuse to hold me upright.
The moon rides high in the late night sky
We retreat to the warmth and comfort of the wagons.
We talk of the wheel of life
And many other magical things.
As the sun start it’s climb over the horizon.
I know I must head back to the familiar;
To my dear husband, Sir Knight,
as well as Genghis Khat.
Entrusted with some of their knowledge
I bid farewell to my new friends.
Back through the ancient forest,
Home again. Filled with wonderful memories,
And Gypsy Dreams
Thank you all for stopping by.