Gypsy Roseanne
Roseanne, a gypsy born and bred
Her mammy, daddy long since dead
She'd fled the other travellers
When they'd arranged for her to wed
Wise, psychic like her grandmothers
Sought from the occult her answers
Tarot, Palmistry, Crystal Ball
Wild with wanderlust; a rambler
Ebony hair, slender and tall
Sanguine lips; to their knees they'd fall
Olive skin, melanite eyes
Curvaceous figure, wrapped in shawl
Her journey guided by the skies
Each destination a surprise
Vardo the only home she knew
Her Shire horse was her only tie
Witnessed the seasons every hue
From driving seat took in the views
She'd had her share of dalliance
To love she'd always bid adieu
Elusive aura; chatoyant
Revelled in Nature's ambience
Her days were few but filled with joy
She understood...life was transient
© Debbie Razey 2014