I’m not one for dancing
I soak up sights and write
rhythmic poetry
recreate castanets
romance of sights and lights
sitting in a corner
the slap of clapping hands
transforms into words
the dizzy whirl of skirts
Spanish fans, clapping hands
Kim M. Russell, 21st September 2023

Image by Joana Cordeiro Ferreira on Unsplash
This Thursday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are Meeting the Bar with Grace and travelling to Seville in Spain for some flamenco.
For today’s poetry form, we are writing to the Flamenca or Seguidilla Gitana, a variation of the Seguidilla, which has a fast staccato rhythm. It is stanzaic and can be written in any number of quintains. It’s syllabic, with 6-6-5-6-6 syllables per line to imitate the rapid click of the heels of a dancer. Line 2 and line 5 have the same vowel sounds.
Grace has given us an example of her own ‘Flamenco in the Plaza’ and sets us the challenge to write a flamenca, with the theme and mood of our choice. She says that, if one stanza is not enough, we can continue to add more stanzas.
I must admit, it’s not my cup of sangria, but I gave flamenca a go. I couldn’t think of a theme or mood to fit it, so I went with flamenco dancing.
First thing we learned is how to clap our hands in a fast rhythm. You captured this with your words: rhythmic poetry
recreate castanets
romance of sights and lights
Cheers!
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Thank you, Grace!
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This is gorgeously rendered, Kim 😍 I love the idea of slap of clapping hands transforming into words. ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa! xoxo
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Nice post
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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You picked the right subject! Your poem dances, claps, and taps its feet.
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Oh, you are a dancer, Kim… your words clearly know how to move. 😉 Beautiful composition.
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Thank you , Miriam! 🙂
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This is perfect. I love the lines of assonance you’ve included.
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Thank you, Melissa!
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Full of spirit and life – love it Kim ❤️
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Thank you very much!
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Oh I feel the staccato in this dance of words! Beautiful.
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Thanks Mish!
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The beat surely comes through, the wonderful dance of the poet, Kim.
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Thank you, Dora!
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You made your poetry into a dance itself!
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Thanks so much, Christine!
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I too tend to sit out and watch the dancers these days – and yes, I do clap my hands and tap my feet!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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This poеm bеautifully capturеs thе еssеncе of thе flamеnco bеat. Thе vivid imagеry and rhythm in your words makе it fееl as though I’m right thеrе, witnеssing thе dancе and fееling thе еnеrgy of thе pеrformancе. It’s fascinating how you’vе translatеd thе dancе into “rhythmic poеtry” and “rеcrеatе castanеts.” Your ability to convеy thе romancе and vibrancy of thе scеnе through words is imprеssivе. Thе last stanza, whеrе “thе slap of clapping hands transforms into words,” is particularly еvocativе, highlighting thе powеr of art to inspirе and transport us. Grеat work! 👍👌😊
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Thank you so much for your detailed appreciation, Pankaj. 😊
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Nice one!!!
Much🖤love
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Thank you, Gillena! Have great weekend!❤
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Love the ‘slap of clapping hands”.
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Thank you, Sara!
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