Gypsy Skirt

Jemima Jane and jangle beads
swinging round our necks
Long fringes fall in our eyes
squinting as we wipe the hair
from our faces
with backs of hands
holding dolls and handbags
tottering in Mothers heels

Our bodies cast a break
in the summer haze
willowy dry grass whispers
holding all our secrets

Gypsy skirts twirling on melting tarmac
on and on and on she goes
spinning forever
she goes spinning forever she goes

The heavy cloth and needlework
aides momentum
her joy surpasses all
she’s known
time don’t matter now
this is it she’s found
her reason
all she wants to know

Let her spirit soar
far beyond these trees
that hug this patchwork playground of
concrete grass and climbing frames

Gypsy skirts twirling…….

Colour sound
motion song
she has found
home

Gypsy skirt twirling…….


Written By Eva Abraham 2020 ©Eva Abraham 2023