Moving House
Gypsies are always starting over
armed with portable artwork that
folds and fits into hessian bags
Pots pans and boxes of books are stuffed
into painted coloured vans opulent with
rolled fabrics cushions and carpets just
like the bedouin tribesmen setting up
their tents in the desert
A rolling stone may gather no moss but
it doesn't gather barnacles or layers of scunge either
Giggle. This poem feels like light streaming into the window. I can almost smell the incense.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
I do like the gypsy caravan aura to this piece, with words that roll along as easily as the wheels would have done as they moved from place to place.
ReplyDeleteThanks J & J .Glad you like it.I've always dreamed of the gypsy life.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this, Rall!
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