I remember the gypsy caravans,
the fires burning bright,
the guitars were playing a sweet melody,
we sang and danced all night.
The camp fires were burning,
so were our passions too,
we said it would last forever,
but it wasn't really true.
I hear you call me in the wind,
I feel your energy flow,
this bird wants to fly away,
you have to let me go.
It's time for you to understand,
it could never be the same,
perhaps it's the gypsy in me,
that you will have to blame.
Once you held me oh so tight,
I felt our love was oh so right,
but the fires of passion have burnt out,
it will never be the same I doubt.
It drives me crazy feeling this way,
but I think that we should call it a day.
Comments
Highhat | October 4, 2010 - 12:11
A lot of gypsy passion in this one. I thought it was very atmospheric. The fire and dancing.' perhaps it's the gypsy in me you will have to blame' like those lines. Good piece of work Jenny. Terrific ;)
pia ;)
skinner_jennifer | October 4, 2010 - 12:18
Hi Pia,
thankyou so much for your comment, glad you caught the
atmosphere, it was what I was trying to create.
Jenny.
Lady-Bathsheba | October 4, 2010 - 13:05
Jenny this is such an evocative write - You have captured all the different elements so very well indeed -:)
Perfect !!!
skinner_jennifer | October 4, 2010 - 14:29
Hello Lady-Bathsheba,
thankyou so much for the beautiful comment, it's so nice to
no that people enjoy reading my poems.
Thankyou again.
Jenny.
Kahdai | October 4, 2010 - 15:32
Ooh I dream this poem Jenny! K x
skinner_jennifer | October 4, 2010 - 16:09
Hello Kahdai,
Wow that's so cool, what a dream. Gypsies are such a romantic people, especially the originals,
Thankyou so much for your comment.
Jenny.
maggyvaneijk | October 4, 2010 - 18:14
full of passion and well-chosen details, the ending is sad and the simplicity of it enhances the melancholy. Great stuff!
skinner_jennifer | October 5, 2010 - 07:55
Hi maggyvaneijk,
Thankyou so much for the compliment, it's good to
know your appreciated.
Jenny.