Blood moon creeps across
the starless sky, hovering
over the bayou like a chandelier.
The air is thick and still,
yet Spanish moss sways as if there
were a breeze.
Gypsy woman sits by her fire mesmerized —
deep in trance until a jagged smile
rips her face like barbed wire.
A trance of knowing or of fooling the unsuspecting?
A magical place the bayou.
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A trance of knowing, I believe. Agreed! The bayous are magical. I loved living in Louisiana. Thanks for stopping by, Jules!
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