Gypsy

[the stranger]

You tap at the door, fingernails
of ruddy iron. Sleet your chorus

rattling the taut leafed glass.
A bear outline, thickset in wool.

Irish hair for sure, sprung black.
Night falls as I drop the latch,

You darken my life, with your
magick smile and lucky heather.

[ton321]

Hi Stranger


I could chisel it over my timber hut in the woods to ward off bears and evil spirits

Tony

[the stranger]

I could chisel it over my timber hut in the woods to ward off bears and evil spirits

Hey, a poem of some actual use! Please do. Send me a photo.

Cheers
Ts

[ton321]

I meant that in a good way, by the way. It's a great poem.

Tony

[the stranger]

I meant that in a good way, by the way. It's a great poem.

Yeah, no worries, taken in the way it was intended and thanks.

[jisbell00]

My favorite line: "Night falls as I drop the latch." I like the ending too.

Cheers,
John

[the stranger]

My favorite line: "Night falls as I drop the latch." I like the ending too.

Thanks John, sorry for the late reply!