Sunday, March 2, 2014

Courting Danger

                                                                    The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

True to his expected calling
A tired gypsy roaming
Takes to forty winks
In the cool desert winds
For company a mandolin
A pitcher for drinking
And the moon above shining

A wooden staff in his hands
A likely item for defense
Presence under such pretense
Can be an outright offense
Stumbling onto a lion’s den
May cause a likely end

For Tess' Magpie Tales #209

13 comments:

  1. Yeah stumbling there, staff or not, may become a chew toy

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  2. smiles...yep, dont mess with the lion.
    but in the wandering life.
    you will def find danger.

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  3. Great as ever, owing to circumstances, had to start again.
    Loved your poem as usual, can be always depend on a good read.
    Yvonne.

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  4. But it all ended well for Daniel !, cheers Hank ....

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  5. Lovely - I haven't written a poem for months!

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  6. Thinks - don't sleep out under the stars! :-)

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  7. Hank,

    You captured a journey from the picture..watch out for those lion dens..enjoyed your words.

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  8. Here's hoping the lion's already had a feast!!

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  9. Keenly inventive; well done.

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  10. Oops, for sure not a den to visit.

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