She clicks castanets
Tick-Tickety-Tk-tk-tk
Rapid enchantments
He strums on six strings
Entrancing Malagueña
Jipío released
Their passion was born
Descendent of the Duende
Under Lorca’s sky
From the Author: In a way, this poem explains why I am the way I am. Anyway, I never tire of listening to this piece and there are such talented artists on YouTube. I would add more with singing but instead I encourage you to seek out, listen to Flamenco, and feel the chills from their cries. https://youtu.be/SRLq-G7BmGc?si=vOA53VrYwuo22YAJ
NaPoWriMo.net Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you’ve done – whether it’s music lessons, or playing soccer, crocheting, or fishing, or learning how to change a tire – that gave you a similar kind of satisfaction, and perhaps still does.
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