The Gypsy Love Spell

The Gypsy Love Spell

I strolled into the Gypsy camp

Among the caravans.

I’d followed all directions,

And hoped things went to plan.

The Romany just stared at me –

A stranger in their midst.

My intention was to find someone,

To that end, my mind was fixed.

I asked for Madam Kezia,

The name I had been told.

Fingers pointed to a shack,

It was overgrown and old.

Ivy covered every wall,

Coloured beads replaced a door.

I parted them and entered,

What I’d find I wasn’t sure.

A candle-lit interior

Met my enquiring eyes.

A wise and ancient voice spoke up,

“Who is it speaks my name?”

“Madam Kezia?” I inquired,

And told her my own name,

The reason that I sought her out,

And that she’s amassed some fame.

This woman could tell fortunes,

She read the tarot cards.

I asked, “Where is the crystal ball?”

She barely suppressed a laugh.

Her face was aged and wrinkled,

But her eyes both sparkled bright.

Her mouth curved upwards in a smile

When I told her of my plight.

I didn’t want my future told,

I believe that is ordained,

But I needed a love potion

To ease long-distance strain.

This may seem very cliched,

But she took a big iron pot,

And poured into it strange things.

Then took a nip of Scotch.

Next, she bottled up the potion,

Held her hand out to be paid.

I gave her what she asked for –

To refuse I felt afraid.

Then she grinned and spoke a spell

That went something like this:

“Make this long-distance love affair

Become a closer bond,

This spell brings you together

With the one of whom you’re fond.”

“Your Love can’t drink the potion

So you must sip for two.

Recite the spell as written,

And it will bring her close to you.”

I thanked the Gypsy woman,

And left with the expectation

That the potion and spell would work.

This thought filled me with elation.

I sent My Love a message

That told her what was said,

I shared the words of the spell,

So by her, it could be read.

That night we spoke on camera,

I poured the potion in a glass,

I told my love to follow me,

And things would come to pass.

I raised my glass and sipped it twice,

Then spoke the magic spell.

I didn’t stumble over words,

I had learned them very well.

“Make this long-distance love affair

Become a closer bond,

This spell brings you together

With the one of whom you’re fond.”

My Love repeated after me,

The magic spell quite word for word,

That would bring us both together,

At the same place in this world.

Suddenly, my head spun wild,

“What’s going on?” I cried,

But when I regained focus,

My true love was by my side.

I bent and kissed My Love’s sweet lips,

In the flesh, for the first time.

We’d both waited for this moment,

The Gypsy’s magic had worked fine.

John Hansen © 2023

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John Hansen

Longtime poet but not in the traditional technical sense. I enjoy rhyme but like to experiment and dabble in many different forms and maybe even make up some of my own. There is always a message or lesson I want to promote through my writing, for that reason, my poetry generally shies away from the abstract and obscure.

Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction, and thoroughly enjoying this, especially flash fiction.

I have been fortunate to have two poems made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning Israeli/British singer Tally Koren.

My services increasingly in demand as a freelance writer and I have ghost-written the text for a number of children's books and educational tutorials.

It has taken me many years of searching and restlessness to realise that my life's passion is to write. It saddens me that I wasted so many years not devoting to that, but thinking positively, the experiences gained over those years are now wonderful material for my stories and poems.

I want to try to bring a new focus on poetry and try to make it appealing to a new generation of young people and those who thought they never liked or understood it before.

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