Warrior Gypsy Poem by Diana van den Berg

On his magnificent white stallion,
Wide-chested,
With long flowing mane,
Tail flying behind,
And thunderous hooves,
The warrior gypsy,
Galloping by,
With quiet hands,
And sitting up
As straight as a hammer,
Is a picture-book hero
To all who know him.

Around the midday fire,
Warm-glow welcoming,
Cooking smells
Ignite the appetites
And spark song-souls
And stroke gypsy guitars,
And in the moment,
He captures the shy-smiled eye
Of a warrior maiden, lithe and lean,
And the gentle smile he offers
In the sun,
Melts her.

(30 June 2011)