Red wine
and boots of Spanish leather:
memories of Andalucia.
Long, hot days
of blazing sun;
passion-fuelled nights
of wine and music
to stir the willing blood.
Seville, Cordoba--
cities of grace,
Moorish jewels
glittering
in Mediterranean light.
The melodic thrill
of guitars,
as proud
and haughty women
stamp a sultry flamenco
with graceful, slim-hipped
boys.
Spain! Your hot blood
infects me
with yearning--
your Southern arms
rip all moderation
from my Northern breast.
A contest entry
- Take Me There Part IV: Spain (Any Time Period) 900 Points! by Everwind Rising.
900 points, ended August 26, 2007, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love the passion of the imagery. This piece is vibrant and sensual casting grabbing the imagination with vigor, emotion, and strenght.
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Mmm, don't know which I prefer, it's certainly made a big difference, I like them both pal!
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I've re-read this, Bill, I take it this is the one you tinkered with. I don't remember the "the melodic thrill of guitars", but the rest seems the same, it really is fantastic,
I bet this isn't the one you were even talking about, hehe,
Alex. -
Fantastic!, really great imagery in here, "Mediterranean light", simple, yet so effective,
great work pal,
Alex.
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Oh, very nicely done....images dance through the poem.
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perfect
amazing, i like it so much i'm keeping a copy - very well done and i hope you win your contest
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