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The Prophetess

by Lottie 

Posted: 31 May 2004
Word Count: 67

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she sat in a velor chair embroidery
sprawled upon it's arms
with gypsy sprung hair
trinkets of gold
hang from her ears
and around her
wrinkled neck.

she beckons me with bony
fingers drowned in silver
she pours tea into cups
I drain it's strong flavour
tiny leaves stick
in between my teeth.

an empty cup remains
full of residue
the future pictured
within the cup's delicacy.

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roovacrag at 22:31 on 31 May 2004  Report this post
Can almost see the the gypsy woman.
lol Think
the word in last stanza is remains.
Don't get as bad as me for spelling.
Enjoyed reading it.
Well done.
xx Alice

Lottie at 13:12 on 01 June 2004  Report this post
Hi Alice

Thanks for pointing out the typo in the last stanza, my keyboard's fault :-)

I am aware of my spelling and do try to check out the words I'm not sure of.

Thanks for your comments on this.

Lottie :-)

Fearless at 17:57 on 01 June 2004  Report this post

An intersting lyric, or rather, a portrait....


Lottie at 12:00 on 03 June 2004  Report this post
Hi Fearless,

Yes it is kinda like a portrait of this fortune telling lady.

Thanks as always for your comments :-)


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