The music for this dance,
arabesque
florid
to test Florindas’ love,
she for whom he bows
to amuse the gods
before he begins,
while the court titters
at the mis-steps in his verse,
the growls that should be vowels,
melodious and wise
marking the lines with pursed lips
as tho he were leaving a kiss
upon her wrist
or defeating her ardent foes
and upsetting her swains,
he stumbles over love
and nearly faints at desire-
words that came too close
to flower
and caused his cheeks to burn
“Ah Florinda”, he cries,
falling to his knees,
his tears a lonely sea-
and she turns
with surprise in her eyes
at the sound of a sob
finds a puddle on her floor,
and returns to her book of poems
with a sigh.
In a list
A contest entry
- Show me how..... by Cannonsfire.
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Comments
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... but do you find it strange ...
when you upset her data transmission ...?
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She must be blind.
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I find it a delightful change to read of man's insatiable need for a woman rather than the obvious way most people view this prompt. Also the vagueness of just which Florinda is the object of desire, I think I know of at least three that would fit the bill although the Brazilian actress is the one I know more about. It gives me that sense of Latin American pouting disdain over the attention that is given her. I had a chuckle over the callousness of the final stanza, I think perhaps a book of poems may be more attune to a sigh than a man's tears. C
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