The Flamenco Dancer 

   As all on its sides , the ruffles burst into 

   flames .

   The rings of fire, only she can dance through 

   The audience around her , quickened and 

   hot .                                                                 
   
   One upward glance, as she ignites her hair.

   In her dashing eyes , 

   The city of Spain can be seen , 

   Imprinted on her dress.

   The guitarist plays a sober tune, twirling 

   and twirling ......

   For the Bailaora's long arms , 

   Coiled into the posture of a rattlesnake.

   The cherry red dress of hers ,

   Flung out haughtily , 

   As an impetuous gesture .

   Her rhythmic feet stomping , 

   With her sandals aged from the Andalusian

   region .

   She suddenly paused , for the Bailaora

   finally reached the light .................

                                                             Ela