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:
This is such a beautiful poem. ❤️Makes me want to go to Spain!
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisitely woven, Grace! I especially admire this part; "you are red as wine/toasting the good harvest/with big bottles of cheers." Thank you for the wonderful challenge! ❤️❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your flamenca in the plaza, Grace, in which you’ve captured the essence of Spain. I especially like the sound of ‘clicking lights, red tight skirt’
ReplyDeleteI can hear the staccato dance rhythm in this poem, the phrasing chopped up to keep time with the feet.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace. I can hear the music and see the dancers. Love the last line - such a beauty!
ReplyDeleteVery visual. I enjoyed being swept away.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your clicking
ReplyDeletein the bright white moonlight
in the wine-red skirt -
Called to full attention:
why, I fight tight rhyme.. Night!
Beautiful imagery, Grace! I am swept away by the all flamenco-ish verbs. ❤️π
ReplyDeleteI especially enjoyed the last stanza. Thank you for a neat prompt.ππΌπ₯°
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully constructed and full of he rhythms of Spain π
ReplyDeleteLove the gradual progression of movement and dance...and the description of "swishing & stomping feet on fishbones cobbled steps" .
ReplyDeleteLove the energy and motion that emblazons every line! What a wonderful form, Grace. Thank you for introducing us to it.
ReplyDeleteSwishing and stomping feet adds all the energy for the dance!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry - the best time to meet for a dance midnight. It flows with the beat.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, and so in the spirit of the dance.
ReplyDeleteYour words dance through this poem so effortlessly
ReplyDeleteMuchπ€love
Your wonderful poem takes me into that festive Spanish Plaza amidst the excitement of it all π Bravo ❤️
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