She was a tawny gypsy girl,
A girl of twenty years,
I liked her for the lumps of gold
That jingled from her ears;
From: The Gypsy Girl By Ralph Hodgson at Poemhunter.com
Feet Afire
To dancce barefooted,
Must be a painful feat,
Except, a pillow of passion
Flowing tiny through veins,
Carries her higher, faster,
Enveloping air and feet hurl,
To heights unseemingly known,
Only to the vibe of dancer,
How does art develop to swirl?
She was a tawny gypsy girl
Whom sidewalk audience,
And prestige hall grew to know,
And loved her fast moving feet,
Destined for clouds, or so
One thought seeing her,
In motion throttle rhythmic fears,
Cadence carried along dreams,
Only the artiste dared to stir,
Yesterdays mattered not, nor tears,
A girl of twenty years.
Her layered skirts,
Frilled and coloured,
Patterned for sun moon and,
Roving ways through sleet and sun,
Danced a rhythm of her feet below,
For this was a sync of her and bold,
They always became a part,
Of her thrilling feat,
Those agonizing stories told,
I liked her for the lumps of gold.
Bedecked adorned for audiences'
Bewilderment, was her goal,
Always she drew them in, to
Tales of treachery, wander,
And exhausting moons
Above wagon wheels turning gears,
On dusty winding curves,
Music never dared to silence,
The clink of earring's solid years,
That jingled from her ears.
© gillena cox 2026
Oh, this was lovely. She could be of the Romani, yes, or Spanish flamenco, or a Caribbean winding. I can see her vibrant dance, the twirling colors, the jingling jewelry. You've captured this so well.
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You have conjured such a seductive image Gillena - a wonderful Glosa!
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The lines you chose for your glosa are just the right length, Gillena, and the alliterative ‘feet afire’ sounds like someone is trying to blow them out! I love the way you captured the passion and movement, especially in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Carries her higher, faster,
Enveloping air and feet hurl,
To heights unseemingly known’;
those ‘fast moving feet destined for clouds’; and the layered skirts that ‘danced a rhythm of her feet below’. I also love that you included the audience’s point of view and ended with the jingle of her earrings.
Thanks for your appreciation Kim
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I love what you did here.... it is a very romantic and also a hard story to tell... I can really see her there, dancing.
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