The Dancer and the Duende, Poems That Paint a Picture 3
The Dancer and the Duende
Red skirt! Lithe body! She dances!
Flagging voluminous curtains of crimson,
daring the Duende to charge ---
she catches
his face,
his beard,
his breath;
stealing its petals with her teeth, she spins!
Dared to take it back,
he comes,
seizing the dusk with both hands,
for tomorrow,
the hibiscus in her hair will be dead.
Poems that Paint a Picture 3, contest
9-22-2017
Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2017
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