Flamenco
Whirling skirts
Stamping feet
Clapping hands
Keep the beat
Plaintive songs
Tear my heart
Drawn in close
Pushed apart
Fingers thrumb
The guitar
Tempo drums
From afar
Feel the fire
Feel the heat
Passionate
Incomplete
Swirling silk
Tapping toes
Rhythm ebbs
Then it flows
Transfixed eyes
Capture pain
Overcome
Love remains
One pure dance
My soul knows
Timeless, raw
Flamenco
Wow, Trudi! This is gorgeous. I could feel every beat in it! The rhythm of your lines mirrors the dance so powerfully, and the imagery is stunning in its simplicity. ‘One pure dance, my soul knows’ gave me chills. Absolutely amazing. ✨❤️💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻
Wonderful, Trudi! The cadence of the poem really has the energy of Flamenco.