Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Outcasts Plight

pariahs beat their drums tonight
with moonshine flight
lax gypsies sway
delights allay

as timbrels clatter, clink and clang
earth dances, hangs
all eyes ablaze
and fireflies laze

they dance and sing till morning light
the outcasts plight
sweet freedom holds
them in her folds


  1. smiles. this has a lovely rhythm and feel to it...i rather come alive at night myself...

  2. I used a sort of outcast theme for tomorrow's post...great minds think alike ;) I love how you string words and images together!

  3. I'm with Brian: for me, the rhythm makes it.