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The King Of Hearts
My restful night of lingering sleep was blissful for a change,
I wake to morning's warmth, delighted and refreshed..
restored to sounds of bounding woodland creatures,
dwelling great and small.
Longingly at last I must confess, I feel my stomach's sorely stressed..
met with growling grumbles as my craving hunger has returned.
I fling a casting line to clearly catch the sum of many pounds,
a mess of fatly fresh specked and freckled fish..
dine with savored flavor, a captured treat upon my waiting tongue.
I whistle a listing rightful tune of fondly wandering songsters,
chiding cunning minstrels..
a fistfull of gladsome tidings for this feated day are sealed.
I smell a hint of river rapids..dappled, breaking in the brightly glinting sun.
Do my wondering eyes of piercing blue deceive me..
the swarming spiteful gods are not polite, they fierce behave in catty raving fun.
Having found by divining chances
a sightly vision of formed enrapturement is rising, hovering..
revealed as the lovely feminine goddess, the face of comely gliding Venus.
Or a spritely mermaid seanymph in all her stunning naked glory,
a diamond jewled treasure..
prismed with dotted water clinging, sparkling off her undressed bronzen skin.
I keep calming quiet like the peaceful dove in flight, a balmy sighing breeze..
to bring a slivering disturbance, slight squeezed quivering will not bode well for me.
She hears no warning notice but stretches out her slender arms and smallish hands
in psalms of singing supplication to a higher celestial power..
maybe to a fated lover, kingly stranger she has never seen.
Soon her graceful stance is inconspicuous, totally concealed..
her lacy shawl the placed reality of doting grounded branches,
but her beauteous core wraps itself around my pressured pulsing heart.
The thought of goodly food is long forgotten in my tracking quest to find this goddess grand.
My numb and lacking soul is rearranged and smitten,
expressed in signs of written words..
blessed love and purity divine.
Fleet of mud-encrusted booted foot, I make my daring hurried way.
Never failing..running fast into the sunny clearing,
beating back the budding green-leafed rooted bushes.
Rashly jumping on my worthy cunning steed..
no more fearful harrowing delays are seen.
Appearing is a breaking path, no biding time, pushing open wide..
flushing clean before me into narrow hilly untilled fallowed fields.
Brash Faestean's in flurried teeming motion,
blurring dragon hoofs embark with glowing heat..
ruthless truth indeed, finally freed from hobbled restrictions that I slyly placed.
He is filled with crackling energy, trumping vigor, pumping vim to spare.
A broadnail rusty bridge is sagging low before me..
starkly marked and rutted, lacking fluttering flying maroon festooned flags.
With bragging pride of blasting pace we cross in speedy fervored spirits.
Attuned to highly hearing..metalled pealing, clattering, chattering.
Silver-shod his earthly shoes are slickly clicking on the cutter's cobbled road..
yielding sparking shooting stars of soot-sealed hot-fired tracing comets.
The crooning flaring fluted fairey-god's own blaring greeting guidance..
no mad magpie curving loss of chided one-sided posturing.
Glad-meeting hailing noise and harking galesome laughter
in the shallow chasing distance,
the curry-scented air is pudding filled with promised ketteled treats,
mellow noontime meals.
I pull on the grainy leathered reigns and come up tethered short..
Brash Faestean rears back his snorting head, then roughly swerves
as my unbidden hallowed goddess grand,
stands loudly proud before me.
Her spelling eyes flash brightly sharp..
trained as prodding daggers flying high, jeweled black as midnight sky.
Her belling voice shouts out in preplanned warning,
and I'm surrounded by a callow heathen band of scruffly scraggly men..
brutish, bullish relatives with poisoned gallowed minds.
Nervous and conflicted brethern, sullen marsh-browed cousins,
and one cruel old crowing man with blowing hair and beard of dullish grey.
Her thick-veined loutish guardian..
maybe he's her mighty father, quite harshly clamps her lifted arm.
He nods and she is cloistered near, quickly hidden, swiftly whisked away.
He offers me a spiteful fighting challenged cry.
" Safe passage is assured with your sporting cashman's fee..
a mere cost of one full golden gifted soveriegn
for this night's once in a lifetime good-natured festivities. "
T'is a small pardoned price to pay to see this delightful lovely vision, clearly.
A wishing fairy angel's harp plays merry notes..
my stalling scholared ears heed her best advice again.
I adroitly toss the weighted coin,
the sallow circle breaks..the bearish men are calmly lulled.
They mull in brassy bragging tones,
then without another given thought leave me well enough alone.
The winding prairie road curves to the gypsy camp,
gaily flowered wreaths their main adornment..
no lack of grounded landed tents and brownish bodied crowds.
Gaudy fashioned, haggling boasting women
and clashing swaggering passioned men..
boisterious mounds of unshoed children playing..
falling, dashing, lollygagging.
Mouth-watering pounds are pending..hot roasted suckling hamhocked pigs,
fatted goats and tender lambs.
Vatted pots of thickened hearty soups and breads of wheat and rye,
a moistened rainfall, untamed flowing port and fruited wine..
a courtly feast fit for this king.
A dirty boy around the age of ten
comes bounding up and blurts for all to hear
he will attend my unsquired horse and silvered gear,
and gamely serve me for this sunny day..
for a mere pittanced wage, I might add.
" Your name, young son? " I gently chide, for he is an enterprising lad.
His biting teeth are clad in white as he replies
with a topsy-turvy spindly wide-mouthed grin, " Always at your service..
I am called Arveen, of course. "
" Young friendly sire, you are politely hired..might I inquire as to what is going on?
So much ganging life, jesting fun and baffling laughter appearing in the windy sounds..
is there a fiefdom's fame or regal reason for this day's profound festivities..
an aspiring holy time, mayhaps a special season
for a sacred saint or religious keening diety? "
" No sir, kind pending master, I bear saddened witness. "
He hangs his tousled head and sighs,
" T'is the sorry plight of the prideful Gypsy Queen to be betrothed..
she will legally adhere, freely keeping to the side
of the vying man who pays the highest scoring price. "
" And how would I know this brown-skinned black-haired Gypsy Queen..
I have never peered upon the stunning bested sight of her. "
" Right there, she is..her hurtful frowning father stands in gritted bitterness behind her. "
As if on cue, the lad points downwind towards a curving wooden stage..
and kneeling in the greeny grass beneath I see
the leaning source of my true goddess fair.
A brightly flaming beaming ray of purest sunshine,
I gage serene her shining countanance
far surpasses the graceful beauty which belongs to Helen of Troy.
My simple questing cure is known by wise old starry sages,
the templed monks, gods of fated deals with rockhard grounded nerves of steel..
my bided maddened prayers are surely answered.
I deeply draw a cleansing breath to fill my empty lungs
as the cheering dimpled smile spreads fast across my face..
reaches every corner of my gladdened heart.
" A golden sovereign hunk to you smart boy I will pay with no delay..
if you find and tell me what the highest bidder has in mind. "
Arveen's deceptive stock I shall employ.
" I forswear I shall frustrate all guzzling drunken soused opponents..
upending and outspending, not taking time to mocking toy
with these sparring fighting Romany men,
who consider themselves as frightful raging hounds from hell.
I will penning cage and tame them
then husband spousing,
claim this dear Gypsy Queen for my fiery loving bedded bride. "
The Gypsy Queen
Reaching the stunty brushed inclining juncture
the brownclay brambled pathway lies damply far behind me.
The sunken rutted barrowed roadway leads to my father's shelf-deeded map-charted camp..
where my dusty trailing feet, fastly fleeting should proceed,
throwing bended caution to the wind.
Exploding on the flustered coursing scene in front of me,
a stately figure bluntly blocks my way.
With churlish grunts and hearty hails,
a rushing clowning stranger from a brashly unknown clan
rides mounted on his neighing snorting steed.
At this squirlish niggling moment I count myself as self-reliant
with no slim-gutted need of a stamping championed male
and I shout the standing baying gypsy signal cry.
I cannot hear a solid sound of any praying pitiful pleas,
falling downwards from his smartly parted grimly pensive lips.
I know in all due simmering certainty
if he does not choose to freely bleed, he will be forced to pay a shocking bribing fee.
My crushing frowning rescue fast approaches,
I see the rounded crowd of berating mocking men advance..
crowing clamoring cousins, blue-veined yammering uncles,
my railing hounding drunken father beseeching, goads them on.
With no failing shimmy-shamming delayed play
I shall receive a damningly vile, meanly berating, bitter bashing tongue lashing,
instead of slamming wrathful beatings..
which leave mounded pounded marks that disappear so slowly,
less binding sterling counted Bride-bountied money
if on this day my girlish body is displayed as battered, scratched or scarred.
My sordid gristly father roughly cuffs my slender arm,
then gruffly hisses in my sorely aching ear..
" Tonight your erstwhile bidder's staking claim will not come soon enough..
I shall be mighty glad to clearly rid myself of badly bluffing bother,
be fluffing freed from you.
I shall not miss the bursting breaking chore of rearing
a boring prissy daughter not firstly fending for herself.
All I ever wanted was to have the cheering toughened stuff a fighting son is made of. "
No disarming smiling bliss alights while in my wistful tearing sight..
I am the torrid cursed omen who has harmed his brightly peering life.
Appearing not the one to carry on his bristling burly name..
I am not his early rightful charming heir,
just his alarming horrid puffy-preening daughter who brings him scuffling listing shame.
I keep my gaping furrowed mouth closed,
all my growing flowing thoughts are leaping southward towards a showing sought escape.
If my jaunty haughty husband holds and treats me dearly,
I shall not churning spurn, but quite rightly nuzzling learn to live with him..
And if not, there are many courtly places in the world
I can naping burrow in blowing new found freedom..
telling fearsome heaps of guzzling gypsy fortunes.
My bracing older cousin bold Selena waits,
fraught with slowing tapering patience within our long-poled stowing tent..
She will gracing mold and draping fit me
in the same delightful lacy-caping wedding dress
my cold-slumbering Mother wore 2 dozen years ago.
She was the brightly gold-crowned Gypsy Queen
all aglow, attired in her virginal Bridal betrothal finery..
bestowing brewing stories, tracing legendary sing-song lore.
The surging humming harpy fates never let me knowing share her
as she died in numbing dripping fright with the puzzling fuzzy vapors.
Taking care of Ecclesiastical prayful business just one sternly staring glaring priest..
red-robed round-capped clergy for my burgeoning birth,
he declared my coming as she breathed her lastly dying breath.
" Sweet Cousin Vinya, grand beloved Gypsy Queen..
you know our descended blended customs well.
They have existed since the spinning span
of earth's dusted land's beginning..
their seven dire brands cannot be removed
come holy clustered heaven or the gusting coal-cindered heated fires of hell.
The smoothing bridal dress plus your trusted mother's lacy-trailing veil..
I have kept them as her pulsing greeted gift complete, her meeted legacy to you. "
She leaned in close and muzzling faintly whispered,
" This is a more proven worthy goal than meets the bursting torrent of your weeping eyes.
Your mother's buzzing cleaverness,
her strengthened inspiration neat
is trellised here but to your felling naked sight is not revealed. "
Her grinning friendly sisters help me bathe
in steaming steeping water purified by the Holy Priest, admired..
the short-chinned beaming friared man who shall perform the swelling marriage ceremony,
that banning binds in penning words and purified blood.
I know I must accept my standing wedding vows on this night,
I am below depending..
bound by mandantory obligations,
arrogant seated rules and planned-out regulations that will never change.
Once I leave my father's barren dwelling, his souless flustered house..
freed from my errant prison cell I shall be paroled do what behooves and pleases me.
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