Gypsy Lee

The brightly lit stalls were an instant eye catcher, I was but a child of seven yet I will never forget that place in my mind as it was then, Dreams market, the market place of gypsy traders and vagabonds. We drifted through the stalls my momma and I. It was full of stalls with jars of luminous colours and sizes and one stall caught my wondering eye, there sat a woman tears were falling down her face her hair black as a ravens wing and the ring’s on her fingers all silver as she wiped the wet from her cheeks.
“Mom I want to buy her dreams,” I screeched “look she is crying,” Mom looked down at me and cupped my small round face in her hands and this is what she said..

“Clara never by the dreams of gypsy Lee, she wanted a life of mystery!, her hopes faded and her dreams went home, sorrow never ever lets her alone”.

“Why momma cant I buy her dreams? there so colourful to me or so they seem!, so beautiful and wonderful and full of light why cant I have them they all seem so right”

My momma shook her head and then she said… “right!, I will show you my sweet Darling for a nickel, we will buy that small file, and you will see why gypsy lee has no dreams for a child”. She grabbed my hand all chubby and small and dragged me over to her, Gypsy lee didn’t stop weeping my heart was heavily beating, and this is what momma said to her..

“My darling may I by one dream please just that tiny one there” Gypsy lee her hands shaking picked up the file with care, she looked at me in a sorrowful way, and her tears were like dew drops on her skin, never had I seen such a beautiful face, and my heart nearly gave in.

“don’t be fooled by her tears” Momma said to me never touch the face of beautiful gypsy lee for if you do… the same fate will await and you will never stop crying this will be your fate too!.

I stood there and stared and my momma passed me the file and I uncorked the bottle and drank a while, the taste of her dreams like sherbet lemons bitter sweet ..Hell and heaven.

When I finished I started to cry, “Poor soul,” I sobbed …“her dreams were a lie!, She was promised So many things and always deceived", I want not to drink any more of her dreams..

My little face sullen I started to walk away my momma held tight to my hand and I know to this day.. she knew all her dreams and her sorrows too. See the market place was a place of strange truths…

Many years later I sat at my stall my dreams all bottled and a bargain to all, so many men hurt me, so much pain and a curse I had set upon my own name, This is the curse….

I will cry forever and any who touch will be as me, and twinned with bad luck for eternity…

I sat on my stall and sold not a dream till a little girl drank one then I started to scream….

It was too late my momma was there I had given my self a drop of despair, and forever and ever I knew she would cry how I wish I could save her… For I knew her so well and her tears never dried.

Gypsy Lee


Bristol, United Kingdom

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