mr_blue_owl Posted July 10, 2011 Share Posted July 10, 2011 Death kissed a gypsy caravan to claim one of the Romni clan and as her life ebbed with the day her last act was to wipe away the tears of Marie Anne The father grieved so for his wife in deep despair he took his life no goodbye note for his son Thad nor daughter Marie Anne so sad they suffered in their strife Maria Anne, just three years old went to speak with Nadyagold a soothsayer of great renown ‘come my child, sit thyself down thy fortune shall be told’ The old dabrani shook her head ‘I see a dull brown room, she said bare and gloomy, smells of rot dark and dreary, fearsome hot a greatcoat for a bed Thy must beware my little one for evil to thee will be done here is a hex that thy can use if thou should suffer from abuse then vengeance will be won Death will follow who are cursed be warned this cannot be reversed’ and as the old soothsayer spoke ancient words of the Romni folk a clap of thunder burst ‘Thad he will go’ advised the man ‘to an orphanage in East Ham Marie to one in Bishopsgate’ his words did naught to mitigate the tears of Marie Anne The matron of the orphan’s home saw Marie Anne stand all alone clutching tight her battered case she saw her sad, bewildered face and took her as her own The principal was Jude Baptiste for kids he cared not in the least thick leather belt used as a strap an arrogant and odious chap his nickname was ‘The Beast’ Thirteen years passed by too fast Marie Anne lived for the past she missed her brother’s smiling face she yearned to feel his firm embrace that never was surpassed Baptiste came to the girl so fair stroked her face and stroked her hair ‘Come with me my little one’ took her hand and they were gone to climb the winding stair Behind the wooden panelled door a small room of dull brown decor bare and gloomy, smelled of rot dark and dreary, fearsome hot a greatcoat on the floor Baptiste took his prey so pretty and showing not a trace of pity nor any sign of tenderness tore off her yellow orphan dress and took her chastity ‘Now that thy has done thy worst with this amria thou art cursed and guaranteed a place in Hell’ Marie Anne cast the gypsy spell the claps of thunder burst The matron damned the evil man when Marie told her of his plan and as she tried to comfort her dampening her shoulder were the tears of Marie Anne Pleas for mercy would not be heard whenever Baptiste’s loins were stirred taking her for carnal pleasure abused her body at his leisure he could not be deterred Marie Anne heard the matron call ‘A man is waiting in the hall’ ‘Please will you bring him here to me’ she had no doubt who it would be she had no doubt at all Baptiste opened the panelled door and closing it behind him saw beneath the coat a huddled form he spoke above the brewing storm ‘Come hither gipsy whore’ But when the coat was flung away Marie did not beneath it lay instead a man who now stood tall Baptiste was pushed against the wall Thad told him ‘Start to pray’ Thad drew up his gleaming sword ‘Harm me not’ Baptiste implored ‘No wrong I’ve ever done to thee so who art thou to threaten me?’ Outside the thunder roared Thad hissed ‘The kith and kin am I of someone thy did mortify now for my dear young sister’s sake vengeance I have come to take ‘tis time for thee to die’ ‘Please slow thy haste sir I appeal There’s something that I must reveal gold pieces I have very many to thee I will give every penny So can we strike a deal?’ ‘If thy galbi were a hundred fold justice can’t be bought and sold money cannot sheath this blade my sister’s honour I’ll not trade so keep thy tainted gold And now I must fulfill my quest and send thee to be Satan’s guest’ and as the mighty thunder roared Thad thrust hard upon his sword deep into Baptiste’s chest Baptiste screamed in fiery Hell inside his dingy, stinking cell bare and gloomy, smelled of rot dark and dreary, fearsome hot and cursed the gypsy spell Thus Marie Anne’s new life began she leaned down from the caravan to kiss one that she loved so well and on the matron’s face there fell the tears of Marie Anne Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tallyman Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 A very moving poem, Mr Blue Owl; it brought a tear to my eye. Can you tell us any more about your inspiration for it? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mr_blue_owl Posted July 14, 2011 Author Share Posted July 14, 2011 A very moving poem, Mr Blue Owl; it brought a tear to my eye. Can you tell us any more about your inspiration for it? Thanks very much for your nice comments Tallyman There was no specific inspirational element, it was just an idea that popped into my head Warm Regards Keith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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