Tuesday, 21 March 2017

The Soothsayer

I’m a gypsy roaming turquoise sunsets
Fixing pots and pans with artisan hands,
A troubadours quill with poems to scribe
Wandering psychedelic mystic lands:

I way laid a silver haired soothsayer
On the eve of an emerald green day
I bid her to fore-say of what may come . . .
For eight long days she’d not a word to say.

Ferrous wheels turned the hues in her eyes
Subtle indigo blues, violets and red:
As rainbow butterfly’s filled yellow skies
And on the ninth day of the week she said.

See in my globe set in gold filigree
Dark clouds coming from a kings white tower
Libra must set her scales of justice
Play her trump card and balance the power.

Then diamond shapes fell across her bronze face
Her filligree globe she covered in lace.

© Julian Clarke 2017

 I shall link this poem to  Poets United for Sunday's panty. 

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  1. Unknown23 March 2017 at 05:03

    this is an amazing write! love your images and language.

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    1. Julian23 March 2017 at 06:24

      Hi Miss Stacy, thank you so much for you remarks, much appreciated.

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  2. kaykuala26 March 2017 at 14:45

    And on the ninth day of the week she said.
    See in my globe set in gold filigree
    Dark clouds coming from a kings white tower

    They have the ability of knowing what's coming and to thwart the ill consequences. Just amazing!

    Hank

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    1. Julian26 March 2017 at 15:46

      Thanks for dropping by, as always much appreciated.

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  3. Cressida de Nova26 March 2017 at 16:18

    I am just wondering,which are the mystic pyschedelic lands?I need to make travel arrangememnts:)

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    1. Julian26 March 2017 at 17:22

      Oh my they're are lands that every one should visit if only once in a life time. Thankyou for dropping by.

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  4. Purba chakraborty26 March 2017 at 16:39

    Great imagery. Loved reading this piece :)

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    1. Julian26 March 2017 at 21:11

      Thank you purba. I'm pleased you liked it.

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  5. Sanaa Rizvi26 March 2017 at 17:11

    Beautifully haunting!!

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  6. Gillena Cox26 March 2017 at 17:31

    Beautiful settings for soothsayings and hearingsHave a nice Sunday

    much love....

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    1. Julian26 March 2017 at 21:12

      Thank you, Gillena and happy Sunday to you too.

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  7. brudberg26 March 2017 at 18:02

    Love how you have used the colors here... this is like a trip without the side-effects.

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    1. Julian26 March 2017 at 21:13

      So pleased you enjoyed it, Bjorn. Thanks for dropping by.

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  8. indybev26 March 2017 at 18:04

    I was totally enchanted by this poem from beginning to end. The cadence and rhythm are wonderful, and they speak of mysteries to be solved. They leave me wanting more! Thank you.

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    1. Julian26 March 2017 at 21:15

      Thanks for your remarks, very much appreciated and so glad you enjoyed it.

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  9. Mary26 March 2017 at 19:22

    Ah, you have a way with evocative description! Nicely penned.

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky26 March 2017 at 19:32

    I am HOPING the scales of justice will balance the power. May it be so!!!!

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    2. Julian26 March 2017 at 21:14

      Thank you Sherry, I hope so too.

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  11. C.C.26 March 2017 at 22:03

    This is so utterly poetic.....you had me spellbound from the first line :-)

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  12. ZQ27 March 2017 at 02:49

    Well... that was interesting...
    ZQ

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  13. Rosemary Nissen-Wade27 March 2017 at 07:52

    It has a mythic feel to it.

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