Red-Door Flamenco

DSCN3201The drama and thunder of it—


when the notes sing sadly,

seem to pluck themselves

from weeping fingers,

when the wails of passion

get inside the hips,

become the bend of wrists,

the fistful of ruffles—

how unapologetic

the stomps are,

the throbs

of a furious pulse,

the exactitude of hands

that don´t stop clapping

until the blood reaches

its final fevered pitch:

a pose of breathlessness,

a sculpture gasping

with life.

1 Response to “Red-Door Flamenco”

  1. 1 Elise September 24, 2010 at 6:22 pm

    I couldn’t believe no one had commented on this little gem before now. I lived in Sevilla for four months, and I LOVED going to the “flamenco bar with the red door.” I loved the no-name bar, and the authentic Spanish passion that went into the clapping and stomping. Especially after I took dancing lessons myself while I was there!

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Lauren Quinn is a writer and traveler currently living in Hanoi. Lonely Girl Travels was a blog of her sola travels and expat living from 2009 to 2012. She resides elsewhere on the internet now.

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