Tomorrow, perchance, a coin I’ll thrust

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Loula S. Rodopoulos

Mismatched robes
in strategic pose
sculpted from birth
feigning hurt?
Lady, lady please
a drachma for a sandwich,Good Easter.

Infant nursed
empty purse
on carpeted display
destitute path convey.
God bless you lady
a drachma for her milk,Good Easter.

Eyeing mother for approval
offspring in the dumpster
scrounge two more
begging boxes.
Blessed be your children lady
spare a drachma for mine,Good Easter.

The idler awaits pickings
from their sittings
milks female and child alike
who will he sire tonight?
Here our medical certificates advise
the serious illness of my child!

Inquisitive and persistence scamps
replenish the beggar’s camp
the throttle on the ready
destination far from steady.
I’m from Serbia my daughter bleeds
she needs a feed.

Apprentice hands forged
for permanent cupping.
tonight on souvlaki
they’ll be supping.
My child I did not maim-
he fell from the window of the train! [1]

At the laiki
trestle tables overflow
with trinkets and second hand clothes
salvaged or stolen goods-who knows?
Here the queen bees reign
droning their refrains.

Today I spurn their drones and turn away
ignore the wisdom of Palamas.
Tomorrow,perchance, a coin I’ll thrust.

Loula S. Rodopoulos
Aigion, Greece
April 2000

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[1] During our Easter stay in 2000 a family of gypsies sought compensation from the railway company,OSE, alleging that their child had fallen from an unlatched window due to negligence.  Greeks believe that gypsies deliberately maim their children for begging purposes.

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One Reply to “Tomorrow, perchance, a coin I’ll thrust”

  1. Loula, this poem really captures the subject of gypsy beggars you so strikingly describe. A great work. I admire your talent for poetry. Regards, Gabrielle.

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