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. 

25 comments:

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

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

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  2. 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. Thanks for dropping by, as always much appreciated.

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

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    1. 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. Great imagery. Loved reading this piece :)

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

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  5. Beautiful settings for soothsayings and hearingsHave a nice Sunday

    much love....

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    1. Thank you, Gillena and happy Sunday to you too.

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

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

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

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

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

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    2. Thank you Sherry, I hope so too.

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

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  11. Well... that was interesting...
    ZQ

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