Fortunes

By Crimsondrop7

Emulated on John Dickson’s Sweet Shop

The first two gypsies of my life,

travelers from long lost lands,

urged me to enter their tent –

jewelry jangling and bright smiles with

silver soft words and alluring sweet scents.

The crystal globe centered atop the table

glowed curious, cloudy and curling.

Sometimes I stayed a short while.

Sometimes I stayed for hours.

Once I sat on a pillow –

the crystal ball told the fortunes and desires,

of prosperity and longevity

filled with wisdom and joy

love and health and happiness.

When I had my fortune read,

the Gypsies would always smile.

Usually the tent was comfortably busy.

Sometimes a couple about to be married,

young and full of life,

would ask if they were destined to be.

Sometimes during a tarot reading

the seeker of answers

would overflow with questions,

and always the mysterious gypsies –

traveling caravans…oceans of intuition…

weaving a tale

dancing the exotic

flourishing in the freedom of their lives.

There was an aura of magic echoing

among the hanging beads and shells;

the musty room

thickened with tendrils of sweet incense

stuffed with plush cushions and rugs

calling forth visitors

I wish they could have performed magic

or told me their guarded secrets,

made my wishes come true.

All I knew of them was their Nomadic lives

their caravans

and crystal globe.