Maria José Ponte


The Romany Gypsies Visit Pontecarreira

The rumba of their guitar

The colourful gypsies and their brightly painted caravans

The madness of their bonfire night

Don’t go near my child, or you too could be bewitched by the campfire light and their dance

As the dawn brakes, their gayety gone

The poetry of these people carries them through another day

These women with graceful long necks

Olive colored skin, noble eyes that know so much, their allure is mystic

You won’t get close

Horses wade through rivers

Sparkling sunlight through the trees

Water shines like diamonds

Love from your Soul

Where have they come from, where are they going, why am I sad, why do I feel!


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This entry was posted on June 24, 2012 by in Poetry.
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