Horoscope
Something caught my eye
when I drove past
a gypsy caravan
and although I know well
about king Saul
and the witch of Endor,
I stopped anyway.
A gypsy girl with long black hair
and dark brown eyes
invited me in
and she was rather more pretty
and younger
than I expected her to be.
It was as if she had been waiting
especially for me
and while the sun
was setting in the west,
a few candles burnt
in the caravan
almost romantic,
but adding to the mystery.
I wanted to know
what she charges
and what services she provides
and I was completely shocked
when she answered me:
“for you it is free.”
She took my both my hands in hers
and their was electricity
and a very strange intimacy.
Very accurately she told me
about my life up till then
and said things
that no one can just figure out,
including that I have to forgive you
for leaving me for a friend.
Much more strange was
that she knew my name,
and date of birth,
about the dreams of war
that troubles me.
She flipped a tarot card over
depicting strength,
raw power, tremendous force,
of a saint or warrior
overcoming a lion.
Said that my rune
is Fehu which is
the Norse symbol of wealth
and depicts cattle
that reproduce and return
and wealth that at times perpetuate itself.
I smiled at this,
since my path at times
were full of hardship,
but who really knows
what the future holds
and that woman
certainly had powers
that I could not comprehend
and I wonder still
from where she gets
her knowledge?
poem by Gert Strydom
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