Flamenco &^0^&

[carousal]

Flamenco



An old guitar, veneer chipped, scuffed with age
Embraced with a fathers love
Work torn fingers reaching for the strings
Toned by ten thousand melodies
He begins to play
~
The base notes, flavoured with sadness
Rising, falling, in the cigarette haze
Heat, sweat, music,
Old men nodding understanding
Over glasses of raw red wine
~
She enters from the small curtains
Strong of thigh, broad hipped, high breasted
Gipsy eyed. Scornful, daring any approach
Sensuality untamed, untameable
I am woman, forget the impersonations
~
Single tap of steel on stone
Joined by a counterpoint
Of knuckle beats on table boards
Fevered eyes, leaking tears
Dribble lust from stubble lips
Recalling dead erections
~
Twisting faster now
Arms extended she dances
To orgasmic clapping
Her dress lifting, a flash of red underskirt
It is over, she pauses
Then, dismissing us with a toss of her head
Vanishes into memory

[Dr Fogg]

Congratulations on an exteemley fine poem. Hell i could smell the smoke, garlic and olive oil. Please accept an exalt.

[Artemis]

As always Cari fantastic imagery and I too could smell and taste that atmosphere. Beautiful poetry as always, I love you work so much. Kerry xx

[matw63]

Cari - this is superbly crafted and delivered.

Well worthy of an exalt!

Mat

[Harklight]

Raw atmosphere and smooth sensuality in the dance are captured well in your images. Timing the thought-flow in this write adds to its seductive tone. Ah, a brief trip back to Spain! H x

[Dr Fogg]

Congratulations on having this poem featured, thouroughly well deserved.