Flamenco
In remembrance of a few special moments in Madrid
A Flamenco dancer
Flamenco
Ring-side-view
Heat, light, crowd
Throbbing strobes
Vibrating, drumming stage
My heart thudding apace.
Muscles rippling, tight buttocks quivering
Sweat spiralling, flying—
Swirling alike flamboyant skirts;
From shimmering bared torsos
Above skin-hugging trousers—absolutely male,
Black pant-suited lady, white shirt, black vest,
Perfectly feminine, scarlet flower tucked
In her black hair—the colour on her.
Three dancers, each powerful, their movements
Strength, confidence, practice, pride.
Those heels, whipping the Earth like thundering rain
Ceaselessly, tirelessly, passionately,
Knees-a-piston, back—ramrod,
Elbows precisely curved,
Gaze withdrawn to an inner trance
Epitome of grace.
Unnoticed vocals, instruments keep beat.
beautiful, how you describe this unique dance, I saw it myself in Madrid, half a century ago, a famous flamenco dancer who only had one leg, you hardly noticed…your description is spot on, it almost comes back to me reading your poem. If I can give you a suggestion: you used the word “powerful” twice. May be you can replace one with another equally or more significant? Just for variation?
Thank you so much. I never noticed it. Absolutely right!