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[title] => Petulengro's Rainbow
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[bodytext] => Against the reverent greenery, on a brow a rolling fire, Like a rainbow on a hill towards he came. Slow like the feet of a millers mule turned wheels of tethered spruce, From the seat of his roaming home he called my name. Lamps and pans swung wildly from the pillars of his coach, I could hear the tinker’s opera in the wind. His blades bore many edges one a carver’s flute, Another like a loggers bow, with other's worn and thinned. His eyes could speak of places, far and farther still, Of lost and found horizons, of Romani tricks and thrills. Should I cross his palm with silver? For the gypsy touched my soul, Leaving gentle soft impressions that eased away the cold. He chose to take the night with me, himself and horse set down. Warming by the Queenstove I gave ear. Beginning as I listened, entranced amidst his tones, With tales of his family, friends and peers. He spoke of stone, a fallen tree, of earth of open flames Forever flowing streams, of lover’s blood. Of soups and stews, the living land, of herbs of leaves and grass. Of rodents caught by trap and baked in mud. His tongue was steeped in colour as he read this Gadje’s mind, Laying clues to destinies that only I could find. Should I cross his palm with silver for the gypsy touched my soul Leaving gentle soft impressions that eased away the cold. I heard the scrape of a wheel-hob brake as the rainbow climbed the hill, Delivering to the distance there away. Like a fish returned to water I took a moment still, Free of worldly weight and disarray. He’d left no idle talisman, consulted with the cards, Used crystal balls or runes or likes akin. But left behind a bounty, a share of wisdoms wealth, A choice of new directions here on in. The journeyman was void from sight, I softly turned to thought, Stripped of inhibition by the lessons he had taught. As I ‘d tried to give him silver the gypsy gave me gold, And always I’ll remember the stories he had told. Glossary: Gadje (Gawger) - Romany word for non Gypsy male. Queenstove - Cast-iron portable wood burning stove used by Gypsies from the mid 19th into the early 20th century Wheel-hob Brake - A slip shoe placed under the wheel of a horse drawn caravan deigned to prevent rolling backwards or forwards when ascending or descending a hill. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 440 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Terry_Stephen_Driscoll [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 30 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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