The Fire Dancer
The gypsy is a lovely creature of the woods. She wears multiple skirts, tops many fine pieces of jewelry, and bells, small bells that jingle at the slightest whisper of wind. Her dark hair tumbles down her back and into her face. Black smudges of heated coal line her eyes. A mysterious expression is cast upon her beautiful face. She speaks in a tongue of her own creation and the words are tattooed upon her flesh. Words like spirit, beauty and power litter her wrists.
Her feet are bare as she walks on the dew-covered grass of the earth. Little bells tied at her ankles sing with every step she takes. The time of day is midnight, and the stars are only a fragment of her audience. The spirits and men and women of her caravan have gathered around the fire to watch her dance. The flames of the fire crackle and hiss as the gypsy girl takes one step, then another.
She saunters around the fire like a tiger stalking his prey. She is quiet, steady, and unchallenged by any mortal being. As soon as she takes the first steps of her fire dance, a man creates a rhythmic pattern on the drums to accompany her haunting bells. She twists and turns, her movements graceful. She is a falcon that soars through the clouds with ease. Her arms twist sinuously together above her head like a snake. Her feet pound the earth, like a bear. She sings with the drums loudly into the air, like a wolf. Her bells jingle with every mpovement. She is a gypsy. She dances around the flames like wind through leaves. She is a fire dancer.