Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Red Dust, Spanish Lace (Poem)

Red Dust, Spanish Lace

The bull cannot resist
the lure of the muleta.

In his last act, the matador
makes a pass and turns

the dust red. Long after
the bull goes to ground,

the senorita puts a hand
to her neck, withdraws

the steel shaft of the lace
pin securing her mantilla.

The veil at last dropped,
he kisses the only blemish

adorning her olive skin.

© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
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The theme at TweetSpeakPoetry this month is Spanish lace.

12 comments:

  1. Wonderful poem, Maureen. Perfect - without a blemish.

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  2. I agree with Glynn. Perfect vignette. I can almost hear the castanets in the background.

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  3. I love first of all the story.. though I always feel sorry for the bull.. but then how you used the spanish words perfectly to accentuate the rhythm of the poem by rhymes...

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  4. wow...the only blemish....what a close on this maureen..i like the energy of the scene itself...have never seen a bullfight in person...figure its intense...a bit sad for the bull too...

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  5. the red dust lingers
    with thoughts of Africa
    and the clay that still clings
    to my heart

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  6. Hi again Maureen, loved this piece, especially you final lines:

    "he kisses the only blemish

    adorning her olive skin."

    With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  7. good one
    for the theme
    well done

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  8. Ahh..the things
    a man will
    do to
    love..:)
    the beauty
    of the prize..
    is beauty is
    all..

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  9. I wonder which he enjoys more, the thrill of the chase or the prize at the finish. So thrilling!

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