Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Flamenco Boy

flashed his shimmering tail
formed a huge arc of green and blue, gold
plunged his turquoise neck
dipping to the dust

a flamenco whirling
castanets snapping at the ladies
hissing and honking

rippling towards them
frothing back

then like a dowager collapsing her tea-fan of ivory
tapping disapproval on the tray
he swept his train of feathers in the dust
“Oh come, my lovelies, aren’t I fine?”

my lovelies 
            … my loves



Dave King said...

This, I think, is one of your lovelies.

Lolamouse said...

Very colorful poem! I wonder if there's a story behind it?

earlybird said...

I've never thought of a peacock as a flameco before - brilliant - and then the dowager and her fan - perfect.

Isabel Doyle said...

Thanks for the appreciative comments - the story behind Flamenco Boy can be found in my 'Private Face'.

Jingle said...


Promising Poets Parking Lot said...


Welcome join us,

Thanks for the time, a free verse is accepted,

Your poetry rocks. Hope to see you in


lucychili said...

nice metaphor =)

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Fun verse!