Gypsy Dance Poem by maria goodison

In the deep dark night where the snow drop live and you can find
the faintest smell of jasmine around your feet.
Is where I like to go and dace the dace of the gypsy girl, that only
the old one know.
The thing with this gypsy dace is no one can tell you or show you the moves it has to be found in your soul.
It was said a gypsy girl came on a winter night with a hart full of darkness and pain, so she prayed to the moon and the star in the sky for them to take the pain away.
The moon and stars whisper softly to gypsy girl and said, We can do what you ask but payment that this must be, if you can dace a dace that will melt the snow and make the snow drop fairs wake then yes we will take your pain.
So the gypsy girl dace a dace of the most powerful spell that her feet could do 3 night 4 days that she dace till her feet could not hold her up and as she fell to the ground, the snow drop fairs awoke and bound her feet and kiss her head held her hand and whisper on the breath of the wind.
You have done well my child your payment has been made, as if a dream there was no more gypsy girl only the fantasies small of jasmine.