gypsy woman
Posted: December 3rd, 2012, 2:32 pm
the roaming horde
of iced leaves
has been braked by wires
over the fire pit
the woman
sits beside the cart
in the shelter of
the roving canvas
the sleeping child
wrapped up
at her feet
she is lifting
a young dog
from the sheepskin
up to her breast
and by nursing it
she feeds the hungry
wind in the snow
distant daughter
of nomad goddess
you have lost
the sickle of flint
at the seam
of the vagrant waters
you hear the barking
in the night that follows
the track of wheels
from camp to camp
of iced leaves
has been braked by wires
over the fire pit
the woman
sits beside the cart
in the shelter of
the roving canvas
the sleeping child
wrapped up
at her feet
she is lifting
a young dog
from the sheepskin
up to her breast
and by nursing it
she feeds the hungry
wind in the snow
distant daughter
of nomad goddess
you have lost
the sickle of flint
at the seam
of the vagrant waters
you hear the barking
in the night that follows
the track of wheels
from camp to camp