Her Gypsy Heart

Some are born with ancient souls
In little girl vessels
Others have foolish hearts
hemmed inside old woman skin

I envy her unruly red, gold-flecked brown
Spring’s Muse that plays on the prairie
While the March grass burns
and verdant life creeps between her toes

With boots and roots buried in a pasture,
Her high heels and hands reach for the next rung

The wanderlust of youth plummets
to the pragmatism of years
And the gypsy heart hides
in letters and appointments

Until its cadence can’t be contained
and blood pulses
and spills everywhere

At board meetings
At church – inside bedroom walls
Her world is a creek bank that becomes wilder with age

Can one tame a gypsy heart?

Would one want to?

For my girl: “Stay wild – my wild, wild child”

17 thoughts on “Her Gypsy Heart

  1. Wow. Honestly Michelle, this was amazing. I was half-whispering certain lines out loud because I felt an urge to hear them. So gorgeous! I envy the heart that goes into all of your writing. “While the March grass burns”….I could see/feel it.

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    • Awwww….thank you. I’m just learning and know nothing about technique at all. I guess I just write what’s on the surface and tried to give it some context. Kinda fun, but scary. It took forever to press publish. Thank you so much for indulging me. Xoxoxo

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    • Oh, thank you Christy!
      I almost had you look this over before publishing. I just haven’t taken the time to learn poetry techniques, so I’m sure I’ve broken all sorts of rules around stanza and line length.
      In the end, I just said what I wanted to say and hit the button.
      As for Kenny – yes, please!

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    • Oh, thank you so much! I’m such a poetry newbie, I felt really self-conscious about posting it. Your kind words certainly help.
      I’m eager to hop over to your site, too. I don’t have any tattoos, but if I did, I just know there would be a hint of gypsy in there.
      Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by and comment. I’ll be over to see you soon 🙂

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  3. god, i feel like i hit the secret jackpot of michelle tonite….

    reading in reverse order and they are all so good, all so beautifully written.
    i’m glad our paths crossed!

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    • Oh, thank you! Your words have me all weepy this morning. It’s not a good look as I head into a day of needing to pretend that I have my shit together.
      I am glad beyond words that our paths crossed. Thank you, love. xoxo

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