Black Sadie

I wrote this poem about six years ago.  I am slowly putting a plan together to turn the poem into a quilt... it brings so many images and ideas to mind...

BLACK SADIE



In the distance you hear the sound of their laughter,
Of tales told and of drink and of dance,
It lures, entices and enchants you
In to the heart of the gypsy's night camp


Far away from the crowd are hung blankets,
a small fire burns bright on its own
Shadows of a woman are seen clear in the night
As she holds herself and she dances alone


She steps toward the light of the fire,
To reveal such a haunting, pained face
How sad is this woman called Sadie
Dancing alone in her black satin and lace


In her tent she read cards for the strangers
As the candles burn dim on the shelf
Black Sadie sees into their futures,
She helps others but can't save herself


The pain buried so deeply inside her
Makes her live in a world all her own
Where she feeds it and nurtures it lovingly,
She can heal it, but won't leave it alone


She falls to the ground crying into the night
For the girl who once danced not alone,
For what she once was, before pain touched her heart
For the man, and the life she had known


Her silenced soul screams at the tools of her trade
Telling fortunes, for her hold no place
The crystals and tarot are just symbols of fate,
Not the real, not the pain she must face


She backs once again into the shadows
Where no one can reach her dark place
She hides in the folds of her dresses
And tears soak her black satin and lace.

Bobbi Fetterly

© 2005