Sunday, March 2, 2014

Unchained

The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henry Rousseau 

In the wind/chant mode
the vagabond gypsy
the spirit flouncing

pocks the mandolin strings,
peeks in the vessel
with vivifying quaff

turned in the mighty lion
ubiquitous two-moon-eyes
to find holy Grail…

Peep. Alarm. On the roll
insatiable day ‘dong’
so blurry the fairy tale.



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19 comments:

  1. Like to find the holy grail of treasure lol but that's just a fairy tale, nicely done

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  2. I like the description, "ubiquitous two-moon-eyes."

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  3. Blurry or not, still a very clever tale. <3

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  4. Something witchy this way comes ! Cheers Hum ' , loved it

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  5. like the nod to the music on the wind...
    the vagabond life is free but not without its perils
    and the fairy tale can get blurry

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  6. I liked the first stanza..it really pulled me in to read..

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  7. Looks like the lion could be in awe with those ubiquitous two-moon-eyes! Nicely penned.

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  8. Poetry "in the wind/chant mode." Excellent.

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  9. so luv Verse2; looking up 'quaff' (◕‿◕。)
    Much Love…


    much love

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  10. I like your refernce to the holy grail.

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  11. Not so blurry in my mind's eye, excellent magpie, I feel your fairy tale springing to life.

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