Flamenco

After going up to the mountains of Granada to see a live flamenco show, I was inspired to write about the wonderful dancers and their lightning-fast feet.

Your feet are the pulse of Spain
The folklore of folk music,
hammering on though their empire crumbles.
Your feet are the bona fide duo
The main attraction,
only distraction from the fine figure they steer.
Your feet are echoing hoof beats,
A pair of rogue pendulums,
in a flock of stampeding children.
Your feet are the breath of your dress,
the glow of your skin,
the wave of your black feather fan.
Your feet are the padlock and key
to all earthly pleasures
till they kick down heaven's door.