Eight-line Poems

Flamenco

Flamenco

Her haughty eye surveys the crowd
she stands unmoving, hand on hip,
the other held aloft, arm in sinuous curve
echoing down her spine and legs,
her pose disdainful, proud and wild,
still as a statue, she stares us down,
then castanet clicks, heel taps an answer,
guitar strings sound, the dance begins.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 08.11.21
Prompt: Dance.