She was Flamenco
Movement with the muscles of her back
Her hips a snake like motion
Her arms upheld
Her fingers asps with castanets

She hypnotised
Just long enough
In a never ending plaintive cry
Clap upon clap

The black shoe
Heel and toe stomp
Brush of strong fingers
On guitar strings

Throbbing chords and canto notes
The voice so strange
That it made the heaven
That it craved

Seem almost close at hand
And then
Like all things do
It stopped.

By Sean McGary
New member of Writers Ink since Monday 8th April 2019.