I was reading about Appositives in the Everything Writing Poetry Book by Tina D. Eliopulos & Todd Scott Moffett and I thought I'd try to use some in a poem. "Appositives are structures that repeat something using different terms."

Here is a website that defines it with examples. http://owl.english.purdue.edu/handouts/grammar/g_appos.html

This poem is also a sestina.

Oh stars that shine and gibbous moon

We gather in the velvet glade for dancing

We pile the sacred wood upon the fire

For this is the night we are proud to be gypsy

Our dark skin by firelight is glistening

Our brother picks up his sensuous violin

He stands tall and proud tuning his violin

We turn our faces to our sister moon

The moonlight on the river glistening

It is the beat of the drum that drives the dancing

There is music in your veins when you are a gypsy

The musicians gather beside the enchanting fire

We grasp hands and start to dance our tribute to the fire

First we undulate to the soulful spirited violin

The music that flows through the veins of the gypsy

We lift our vibrant voices to the moon

The drums pick up the pace of the dancing

Soon our skirts are swirling and our skin is glistening

I grab my tambourine with silken ribbons glistening

I offer the spirits thanks for the fire

I mimic the flames with my passionate dancing

I dance around my brother while his fingers fly over the violin

We the Rom declare our freedom under the wise moon

We are born to always wander though others spit and call us gypsy

But we do not listen as they point and stare and swear gypsy

They are jealous of our fine jewels glistening

They hide indoors while our people dance with the moon

They shut their doors and put a screen in front of their fire

They do not have time for the violin

They do not see the point in dancing

A few of them will come out to watch us dancing

A few of them wish they could be the ones called gypsy

Sometimes one of them will join us and play the violin

And dance with us until his skin is glistening

Sometimes within them they will feel the fire

And remember what it is like to join spirits under the moon

When you hear the violin do you feel like dancing?

When you see the moon do you want to be a gypsy?

Come dance until your skin is glistening around the fire

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