*I’m rather an absent-minded chap;

Where it was I am not clear

Somewhere – there on your Spanish map.

The name? I forget. It was somewhere queer.

There were mountains, of course, and a stream that leapt

Rioting under the old stone bridge,

A huddle of low-pitched roofs that crept

Up to the gaunt church tower on the ridge.

There in the velvet Spanish night,

Suddenly, up from the village square

Soared a voice like a rocket’s flight

Quivering through the perfumed air.

In a song that seemed like a savage prayer

To some old, forgotten, heathen god.

Soared and die; and the whole affair

Ended for me. But it still seems odd

That I glimpsed one moment – what? Life’s meaning?

I can’t explain or forget at all

That strange unearthly gypsy keening

In a village whose name I can’t recall.

Author Unknown*

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  • Terrapanthera
    Terrapantheraabout 4 years ago


  • Thanks! :-)

    – blacknight

  • Jaclyn Hughes
    Jaclyn Hughesabout 4 years ago

    Bright, colorful, and fantastic! I love it!

  • Thanks Jaclyn! :-)

    – blacknight

  • Hugh Fathers
    Hugh Fathersabout 4 years ago

  • lol. Hugh has a new toy? Nice letters! :-)

    – blacknight

  • wolfepaw
    wolfepawabout 4 years ago


    Featured on 10-20-2010.

  • Elaine Bawden
    Elaine Bawdenabout 4 years ago

    Beautiful ~ Elaine :)))

  • Thanks Elaine! :-)

    – blacknight

  • TheBrit
    TheBritover 2 years ago

    Awesome creation!!


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