Dec 2016
from August, 2016
A clear, crystal orb-
rests alone,
In the center of the table..
She 'chants', this Gypsy woman,
as her gnarled hands
move...slowly,
caressing its silk-smooth surface..
A mist forms
within the glass,
a cloud... that holds the future...
and the past
An image begins to materialize
and there, before my very eyes
Sits a man.......
contentment on his face.............
He is asleep... an arm....
folded across his chest-
And on his hand, a simple ring-
with a cross etched on its crest
"My father?"
"Closer", I look-
as the mist recedes-
'Tis' not my father!".....
For 'he'.............is "me!"*
r riddle 08-14-2016
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A clear, crystal orb-
rests alone,
In the center of the table..
She 'chants', this Gypsy woman,
as her gnarled hands
move...slowly,
caressing its silk-smooth surface..
A mist forms
within the glass,
a cloud... that holds the future...
and the past
An image begins to materialize
and there, before my very eyes
Sits a man.......
contentment on his face.............
He is asleep... an arm....
folded across his chest-
And on his hand, a simple ring-
with a cross etched on its crest
"My father?"
"Closer", I look-
as the mist recedes-
'Tis' not my father!".....
For 'he'.............is "me!"*
r riddle 08-14-2016
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Traveling Carnivals most always have a gypsy fortune teller, especially those that travel the circuits of small towns and rural communities.
