Gipsi Art Blog

Fallow deer emerge, from the woods to the fields, misty evening grace.

Clutter everywhere, mind is tired and restless, need to clear the space.

On bush and tree They bumble through the air with grace and glee, These long-tailed titmice of the rosy hue; They weave their domes of moss on bush and tree, And line them soft with feathers old and new. They chatter all the day with cheerful sound, And share their food and warmth with kin…

Morning yoga Inhale, exhale, find your flow, Move with grace, feel your glow. Yoga postures, ancient and wise, Guide us towards a peaceful sunrise.Start with Cat Cow, on all fours, Arch your back, then round once more. Stretch your spine, feel it align, Breathe and move, you’ll feel just fine.Downward Dog, a classic pose, Strong…

Wet celandines Oh how I love the yellow flowers That bloom in March’s rainy hours, They brighten up the gloomy days With cheerful hues and sunny rays. Dandelion with fluffy head You make a wish, and then you spread Your seeds across the verdant lawn, And wait for spring to come along. Daffodil with trumpet…

The stars Drowning out the constant droning sound Of distant traffic on this restless night, A nightingale is piercing through the ground With undulating melody so bright.Amongst the young oaks and watery willows A bramble thicket hides its feathered form. Its song transcends the city’s darkened pillows And fills the air with passion and with…

Duck egg In the beginning, there was only water, And from the water sprang the first life.A bright blue duck egg amongst the rushes,A sacred gift from the Mother of All.The egg was warm and full of potential It held within it the seeds of the world. The sun and moon, the stars and planets,The…

Some omen On a dead alder tree in winter snow, Cormorants perched in solemn pose, Their silhouettes black against the glow.The landscape stark, yet a beauty to know, The winter’s chill in the air that froze, On a dead alder tree in winter snow.The birds, some omen on that frosted meadow, Gazing over the frozen…

Road Roulette A stoic toad sat on the road He did not care about the load Of cars and trucks that passed him by He did not flinch or blink or cry He had a calm and peaceful mind He did not seek or want or find He was content with what he had He…

Canopy net In a world without people Where the trees are free to grow With screens on their trunks Sharing intelligence with one another At a slow pace. The leaves on their artificial limbs Will shiver with the thrill Of making beauty come alive In a silent symphony of light and color A tribute to…

Meditation Labyrinth On a hill near Winchester townThere lies a maze of ancient ground A single path that twists and turns A secret that no one discerns Some say it was a pagan rite To walk the maze by moonlit night And reach the center where they prayed To gods of earth and sun and…

Dazzled and inspired Trucking right through winter, the road gets white and slippy,But no giving up on a snowy runwhen delivering goods is tricky.The snowflakes fall like stars,they sparkle in the headlights,but they also hide the dangers,of wind and cold and ice.Feel the mountains looming, they hide among the clouds, they are menacing and mighty,concealed…

Not alone She’s not a real dryad, but she looks like oneA hologram of light and colorShe sits on a mushroom that bears her nameA dryad’s saddle with a scaly coverShe likes this spot among the fernsWhere the air is damp and coolShe likes to see the other mushroomsThat grow around this rotting stoolThe chantrelles…

In Arcadia In fair Arcadia’s verdant fieldsWhere streams of crystal water flowA shepherd rests his weary limbsBeneath a willow’s silver glowHe hears the gentle murmur ofThe rivers meeting at their sourceHe sees the bridge that spans acrossThe waters’ ever-changing courseHe knows not where the paths may leadThat branch out from this sacred spotHe cares not…

A country craft In the countryside of oldThere was a skill that was worth more than goldThe art of hedge laying, so I’ve been toldWas a way to shape the land and make it boldThe hedger would take his tools and goTo where the hawthorn and hazel growHe would cut and bend and weave them…

The Flower Fairies They live among the petals and leavesOf every plant and flowerThey dance with the breeze and sing with the beesAnd watch over nature’s powerThey have wings like butterflies and dresses like gownsAnd crowns made of dewdrops and seedsThey have names like Rose and Lily and ThymeAnd personalities that match their weedsThey are…

A pastoral poem is a genre or mode of poetry that refers to works that idealize country life and the landscape they take place in. Pastoral poems usually make use of an idyllic setting, one that is completely, or almost entirely, removed from society. In the lush and wild watermeadowWhere the grasses sway and bendThere is a hidden world…

Limericks There once was a milkman named Bart Who decided to trade in his cart He bought an electric milkfloat But it soon ran out of volt And he ended up pushing it to the mart There once was a milkman named Roy Who wanted to be more eco-friendly and coy He switched to a…

IdyllIn the quiet corner of the gardenWhere the sunbeams softly shineThere’s a patch of earth that’s tendedWith a love both pure and fineThere grow scorzonera and carrotsSpinach leaves and shallots tooSalad potatoes and fresh fragrant herbsA feast for the eyes and the palateThe gardener comes every morningTo water and weed and pruneHe hums a tune…

Soliloquy.What fury hath this tempest wroughtThat tore the earth and sky apart?What wrath hath nature’s power broughtThat shook the very core of my heart?I saw the trees uprooted lieLike broken limbs upon the groundI heard the roofs fly through the skyLike thunderclaps of dreadful soundI felt the floods engulf the fieldsAnd drown the crops that…

A white pony and a dark horse Met in a field of green They came from different worlds But they shared a common dream They wanted to run free and wild Across the hills and plains They wanted to feel the wind and sun And not the ropes and reins They became friends and partners…

We dance to music and lights in the countrysideA pyramid stage and lazers over night time bocageWe feel alive and free under the starry skyThe beats and melodies fill our hearts with prideWe sing along and sway with every passageWe dance to music and lights in the countrysideThe colors and patterns dazzle our eyes wideWe…

Okay, I will try to write a villanelle poem about the Long Man of Wilmington chalk figure walking away. Here is what I came up with:He stands on Windover Hill so tallA giant carved from ancient chalkBut what if he decides to walk?He holds two staves, a mystery allSome say he’s old, some say he’s…

The Bayeux Tapestry is a medieval embroidery that shows the Norman Conquest of England in 1066. It is about 70 meters long and 50 cm high, and it has more than 70 scenes with Latin captions. It was probably commissioned by Bishop Odo of Bayeux, half-brother of William the Conqueror. Embroidered story In the year of one…

Amidst a sea of hardened stone, A garden blooms with colors known, As wallflowers and forget-me-nots, Are planted with hope, in tiny pots.The air is filled with sweet perfume, Of blossoms bursting into bloom, And petals dancing in the breeze, As if to put our hearts at ease.Each rock and pebble takes its place, In…

On the globe there sits a cat,Surveying all the world like that,Purring softly as it dreams,Of places far beyond our streams.Perched upon the dolls house high,A jackdaw caws into the sky,Flapping wings of black and blue,A regal bird with much to do.The cat and bird, they seem so still,Yet in their minds they roam at…