the gypsy girl #poem #poetry

there was a field of poppies

maybe a meadow of cherries

or maybe it happened right by the sea

mama was pregnant

thrills of house sparrows

rested on her heavy breasts

moons and stars around her waist

and nobody heard

what the gypsy girl said

her voice was soft

her lips

strawberry taste

winds playfully ruffled her shiny dress

and mama left

believing i would be born under the brightest star

i would conquer worlds from near and afar

yet the gypsy girl miscalculated by one grade

and fated me to love you till the end

 

@short-prose-fiction

 

41 thoughts on “the gypsy girl #poem #poetry

    1. Hey there, David! I am so glad to hear from you.
      Thank you for your wonderful comment! I am delighted you enjoyed the piece.
      I hope all is well. Busy time 🙂

       
    1. Thank you for your wonderful words, Drew.

      Good evening.
      I think I just rested up. 🙂 Still, I do not want Monday to come.

      I hope you are felling better. Take good care of you.

      May your evening be filled with joy!

       
  1. A beautiful, surprising piece honey.
    I love when I don’t know where a poet is going and then I reach the destination and just breathe a nice, soft aahh…

    Lovely. Such a poet you are

     

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