Poetry

Caught in Flamenco

By 18th November 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

She danced around the olive trees
In hot and fiery Spanish mood
Dark, fluid, seductively lewd
For man, strumming guitar on knee.

Beyond the town where no-one sees
Without distraction to encroach
Her drive for dance beyond reproach
Her yearning for him as intense
For nothing else could recompense
Raven haired beauty; that he’d woke.

Jan Hedger

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