Gypsy

SARA E KALI DAY (MAY 24-25)

 

My annual poem:

(scroll down for YouTube videos of the celebration)

 

My heart will be in

Saintes Maries-de-la-Mer

Where my soul will dance

In Languedoc, Camargue

The South of France

 

Not only a refuge for the Knights Templar

And Mary La Magdalene

But also home to countless images

Of Black Virgins so serene

Reflecting peaceful love

 

Sara E Kali—Sara the Black—

Confluence of the Hindu Goddess Kali

Women warriors combatting political folly

Some sinners but certainly

The church-approved saints

 

One version of the story

Tells of Marie Jacobe and Marie Salome

Accompanying Mary Magdalene

When she fled the Holy Land

After attempting to make a stand

 

We Roma believe that

Sara, a Gypsy,

Saw their boat floundering and

Tossed her (head scarf) diklo

Upon the waters, when they could not row

 

This enabled the three Marys to

Walk or sail across the water to shore

Establishing a rapport

Between the women forever more

As they brought their message of peace

 

The Roma come to the town

These two dates in May

To celebrate Sara E Kali

Patron saint of Gypsies and Travellers

To show their love on a feast day

 

In an alcove stands the tall, lovely statue

Serenely gazing out of large, dark eyes

Covered in beautiful, filmy diklos

Presented by those who ask for help

Or have received help from one so wise

 

Saint Sara E Kali, carried into the sea

Violins and voices of praise

This sublime personification of a

Saint-Goddess-Woman surrounded by bouquets

Apocryphal representative of our bloodlines

 

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems

IMAGE: Personal statue of St. Sara E Kali in a Mulberry Bush

 

https://youtu.be/sshwtkEAxvY  Les Saintes Maries-de-la-mer

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6jx8EIZbIs  Gipsy Kings background music Les Saintes Maries-de-la-mer

 

 

 

JAKHALO (EVIL EYE)

 

(scroll down for Motorhead Evil Eye video)

 

Red garb

Red ribbon

Shields against

The envious eye

Modern knowledge

Preventative

Before giving in to

Ancient—but empirical—

Credulity:

 

What is the lunar cycle?

Waning moon

Causing low tidal ebbing

Also saps human energy

Affecting life’s outlook

Is it Mercury Retrograde?

Four times a year

Stuff happens

Titanic sunk

Loved ones succumb to illness

Computers and travel plans suffer

Numerology, specifically, what is your day of birth?

Certain numbers “demand” a more difficult life

Are you superstitious?

Know the facts

Do you worry about your nutrition?

Protein ingestion and blood sugar

Affect mental health

 

When all else fails, we seek an

Elemental curse banishment

(Based on an old Romani cure)

 

<sprinkle salt or grass or earth>

BAL—HAIR PROTECTS

Smother in sand

Smother in rock

Bury that curse

Good luck unlock

 

<splash water from a cup>

MUTRA-URINE PROTECTS

Wash away

Wash away

Wash away

Water drown the curse today

 

<burn sage or spicy incense>

SHUNGAR—SALIVA PROTECTS

Blow wind

Scattering all without a trace

Carry the curse

To an airless space

 

< “capture” sun’s reflection in a mirror or burn white candle>

RAT—BLOOD PROTECTS

Burning in fire

I watch the death

Of a heartless curse

Gasp its last breath

 

FOR ALL WHO BELIEVE IN CURSING REMEMBER:

CURSES RETURN!  NEVER CURSE OTHERS!

When one feels anger with another:

Sing, dance, meditate, cook, garden, drum on your lap

After a while you will suddenly know how to handle

The person, the situation, or your own reaction,,,

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: #3 Some of my public amulets

YouTube video: Motorhead Evil Eye   https://youtu.be/f9rer2taKdQ

 

 

 

GIPSY KINGS CONCERT

 

(Mahaffey Theater 5-2-16)

*Scroll down for video*

 

Stranded

In a perverse time and place

DNA sings to me

In crystal-breaking tones:

Find the forest

Where your people camped

Among the trees

Guitars and violins

And percussive seas

Remember the dance

Slow movement among embers

All to the backdrop of music

Inhaled, with the smoke,

Then released

With the vanishing of pain…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

https://youtu.be/mifnMC_Kn1Q

 

 

 

ROMANI ORAL TRADITION

World Roma Day

April 8

 

“{International Romani Day} commemorates the day on which Romani people officially sealed their international cooperation and the Romani movement achieved an international sociopolitical dimension. On this day, those who annually celebrate it commemorate their common culture, language, origins, unity, work and primarily their “romipen” (“Romani-ness”).”  From http://www.romea.cz

 

My Annual Sonnet:

 

Who says we cannot read? We read fringed lines

As they meander across your worn palm

We read the leaf clumps and delicate vines

Clinging to the empty teacup, now calm.

 

We read your story of pain and glory

On sketched chips of wood or bright vellum card

Brown, green, blue, gray reflections give away

Both truth and lies you desperately guard.

 

Asking us for help, we once again read

The page of your voices, anger, and fear

Despised, uneducated, we still bleed

In sympathy for your disguised veneer.

 

No country, no school, no planting of seed

And yet we have always known how to read.

 

© 2013 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

From Madame Sosostris Explains (a poetry patchwork)

IMAGE: Graphic RR Marki dr/eh, Zurich Switzerland

 

 

TASSEOMANCY

 

Flowers of jasmine

Floating among leaves

Fallen from the tin

Holding the horror or

Happiness in a message

Harbored within an

 

Erratic placement

Of emblems, symbols

Arranging themselves

Along the sides and bottom

Of an antique cup

That traveled in the wagon

Of a desperate woman

 

Hidden husband

Here lying like the dead

Heaps of vegetables his coffin

Freedom in other European towns

Finding war there too, and like me,

Finding no answer in the leaves of tea

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Tea Leaf Reading, Wikipedia

 

BAXTALO TAVASI SUVO (FORTUITOUS SPRING EQUINOX)

 

(March 19 / Scroll down for Vivaldi’s La Primavera on YouTube)

 

In subtropical states

Weather situations

Sometimes reverse

So Spring is deliriously welcomed

Above the Mason-Dixon Line

But to me in swampy Florida

It is the precursor

To hot and stormy weather

And a 6-month unbearable Summer

Dreaded is the yearly move

Into the first sign of the zodiac

Even though an April baby,

I’m an Autumn and Winter lover

If only the sun would agree

To be eclipsed daily

Between the hours of 12 and 4 post meridiem…

 

Granted, Tavasi Suvo

Does have its high points

A time when all the great

Mother Goddesses are celebrated

From Astarte to the Virgin Mary

Rebirth is the theme for cuisine

Eggs, the promise of more creatures

Encouraging animal husbandry

Seeds, the potential for more plants

Including magical herb gardens

For healing the body and soul

Space reflects the New Moon

And vibrant Northern Lights

Families come together

In houses of the holy

Or around the dining table

Ancient rituals enacted

Although the true meanings

Are often wrapped in

Vaporous forgotten lore

 

No matter one’s feelings

It is a constant on our planet

The day and night of equal length

The sense that something

Of beauty or joy

Is waiting for us aching humans

To finally stumble upon the arcana,

To solve the mystery

Of life, as it is meant to be:

A world of love and peace…

 

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems

YouTube: La Primavera (Spring), Vivaldi https://youtu.be/-4kTei0XrCs

 

IMAGE: goddess&greenman.co.uk

 

 

ROMANI PRAYER

ANNUAL POEM FOR WORLD WATER DAY MARCH 19:

 

Dig, dig, send down the pipes

Share with us the

Holiness of water

A Madonna in blue

Sheltering inside Mother Earth

There for all to partake

Yet, although we believe,

This saint eludes us

Poor Gypsies

Living on trash heaps

That are surely

The vomit of a sick mother

Who no longer has the strength

To bless us with her fresh springs

We poor, living as if in war

Send down the pipes

Pray for the rights

That belong to all humans

Except us…

 

© 2015 Mirrored Voices: Best Contemporary Poetry (Paul Morabito/Clarissa Simmens)

© 2015 Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems (Clarissa Simmens)

 

 

ROMANI (Gypsy) COSMOGONY

(Ongoing: please note, since we possibly originated in India, it is believed that the Romani would share that country’s cosmogony. After writing the first part of this poem that appeared in one of my previous books, I found this origin myth in Asian Folklore Studies and have used it as a basis for the second part of the poem)

 

EARTH & SKY (Small part of a larger poem)

 

She walks around,

A piece of living history

Hair highly teased up

Vintage dress brushing the ground

 

Without breaking his stride

He drops off a planet as she stargazes

They accidentally meet and she asks

Where were you? Why’d you hide?

 

They walk, leaning into each other

Nighttime clouds cover the stage

Neon and LEDs light the city path

Welcoming Sky Father and Earth Mother

 

Love measured by star time

When suns were alive

Light years away showing

Miniature worlds sublime

 

Eternally he gets to see

The immensity of space and time

Relationships of earth and sky

Nourishing the Universal Tree

 

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) appeared in

Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems

 

COSMOGONY–SECOND PART OF THE MYTH

(based on Rudolf Daniel’s Myths of the Czech Gypsies)

 

What an unparalleled love

Mother Earth and Father Sky

Until the boys were born and grown

And fought to rule the kingdom above

 

Sun, Moon, Fire, Wind and Rain

Ruination by five king sons

Earth and Sky held them in

Attempting to force their refrain

 

But the young men fought back

Afraid they would suffocate

As the parents squeezed them together

Into a stiflingly strong narrow track

 

Darkness ruled the shadowed space

As Sun, Moon, Fire and Rain weakened

Wind, by far the strongest, won

Escaping from his parents’ embrace

 

Ripping and roaring, he tore them asunder

Earth and Sky separate forever

Her clothing settled as mountain peaks

And the sons founded realms of wonder

 

So many lessons we might learn

About love never truly lasting

About children needing to stretch and grow

Yet we sad humans for all this may yearn…

 

🙂  to be continued  🙂

 

© Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)