when midnight strikes, let's meet-
bright moon is white knight by
pomegranate tree
i'll bring my castanets,
clicking lights, red tight skirt
swishing & stomping feet
on fishbones cobbled steps-
you are red as wine
toasting the good harvest
with big bottles of cheers
the plaza is buzzing
hands clapping fast, faster
we are swept along-
tales of love & lament
we are sands in lost land
Pomogranate Tree, Spain
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Flamenca, Spanish verse form. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit and comments. Form: The elements of the Flamenca are: