Dancing Threads ~ Gypsy Soul

Monday, January 2, 2012

I make mosaics. Well, I did. Hard to work with the glues in winter, indoors, even when there is time for it. I am changing my focus to indoor mosaics..of sorts. With cloth, with clothes, with quilts... it smells better too.

I paint sometimes too...again...when I have the time. I am trying to take time in my life to do these things again. These things that make me happy.

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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