The Flame Of The Flamenco Dancer

• Menara Rathnayake, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

The guitar starts strumming as hot blazing fires light up the atmosphere,
In adagio a glowing red figure confronts the eager gazes,
Focusing on the familiar tune, she steps forward in time with the cavatina,
Firmly igniting her wild hair which she crazes,
Accurately, moving her body in time with the flamenco,
The woman’s dark fiery eyes glazing with flame,
Twirling and whirling and swishing her flaming red dress in such bravado,
In glory thrashes her arms around in such fame,
Over the rhythm of the tambourine and guitar, castanets clicking to the rhythm in her fashion,
Intoxicatingly, creating a swift raging tempo,
Getting faster and faster, intensifying her power with immense sombre passion,
And then till’ then she stamps her feet, “Hola!”
In finale, her palms above her head with less intensity,
She swings her hips beneath a skirt of red, while slender arms are swaying gracefully.
At last the gypsy singer utters his last cries,
and the flamenco dancer's flame then dies.