He Handed Her a Rose
And asked her for this dance -
A Flamenca
He handed her a rose
And asked her for this dance
A stylish stranger,
This lone moment of chance.
She looked askance, a glance
Told her disapproval.
Not sure what then to do
He would walk away,
Not one to break the rule,
Leave when the dance was spent.
A gallant gentleman
He who knew his place
With no pretense
High virtues valued more
Of elegance and grace.
He turned to bid farewell
Her arm then quickly fell
To extend her hand,
The gesture her consent,
They entered in the dance.
The young men would look on
And wonder what was meant
When he took her hand,
Aware of her assent,
A dance most eloquent.
For now they would gather
And learn from the master
Not guile or pretense
But grace and elegance
Have their proper chance to
Gain her hand in the dance.
For another flamenca poem, check out: She Dances Like Thunder
Copyright © 2021, Robert G. Metivier
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Originally published on Medium on September 8, 2021
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Bob Metivier
Singer/songwriter/lyricist/composer and poet using various forms. My focus is on Life, Life Lessons, Social Justice, relationships and the building up of individuals and relationships.
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