TOREADOR...Wordle
The pattern on the crumpled caparison
was the same as Marquesa's outfit
Taking a discreet sip of absinthe tincture
secreted in her purse she performed the practiced
aristocratic wave to the crowd
living proof of a futile class system
Pressing the flesh
meet and greet
she fondled the horse's muzzle
smiled at the matador
who doffed his montero
and breathed a sigh of relief
that this part of the ceremony went off
without a glitch
The horse, the only sapient presence in the arena
considered doing a bolt but capitulated
when he felt the cold steel of the sword
destined for the bull
Poor horse. Poor bull for that matter! Good poem.
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"doffed his montero": is that permitted in public, Rall?!! A steely side to you in this one!
ReplyDeleteYes Derrick I have been steely lately. As for the other...well you know what those hot Spaniards are like!
ReplyDeletealas the poor aristocrat. I like your sapient horse. the consonances of this are sweet, (so decrees this slacker-wanna-be)
ReplyDeleteYou didn't keep me company? fractiousness abounds. I rather like what came out of all my extra wordses--not so much good as fun.
Aw don't get all fractious and schadenfreudic on me!It was too hard and didn't go with my Spanish theme.I was joking..didn't think you would actually do it.You did a good job. I'm half serious about the 100.Hey,you are not supposed to feel sorry for the aristocrat.You are supposed to honour your plebeian roots and storm the Bastille.
ReplyDeleteA bullfight is not something I could sit through, your poem, however, I can read again and again. Well done. Poor horse, poor bull, all for our entertainment. ***sigh***
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ReplyDeleteThis brought to mind Death in the Afternoon. Well done wordle!{the computer {mine} has a glitch cannot seem to use certain functions like quotations}.
Pamela
Thankyou Brenda.
ReplyDeleteVery elegant, both lines &images. But I felt for the horse (:
ReplyDeleteAwesome wordle, Rall. I loved this, "Taking a discreet sip of absinthe tincture secreted in her purse she performed the practiced aristocratic wave to the crowd."
ReplyDeleteThat danged sword is such a stopper. Unless one is the handler. Well wordled.
ReplyDeleteThis is the last poem I'm reading tonight. I can't get the image of absinthe and horse muzzle's out of my head...perhaps because I've never imagined the two together in all my 55 years. (what fun, really)
ReplyDeleteQuestion about the prompts...are they open?
Subtly satirical piece - I like the way the Marquesa acknowledges her cosmetic role.
ReplyDeleteThe prompts are open to everyone Linda.
ReplyDeleteJust remember not to post before Wednesday.
Mine is the first one on. So anytime after that.
Rall, good one. Gory last 2 lines
ReplyDelete'he felt the cold steel of the sword
destined for the bull'.
Like the wryness of "Pressing the flesh/ meet and greet" in the midst of formal gestures & postures.
ReplyDeleteMy own sense was the horse felt the dangle of the sword, flat, not a prick of point. Then the horse wanted to get to the bull. (I'm not a fan of bull fighting, either, at all, but the imagery/tale is well done.)
Incredible use of all the words in a narrative story—filled with a flare for the dramatic. perfect ending.
ReplyDeleteYes Deb, the horse felt the dangle of the sword
ReplyDeleteand thought better. The horse just wanted to stay alive.It is a very cruel sport.
Thank you Linda Frances.
ReplyDeletei didn't see that coming! (i like poems with surprises.)
ReplyDeleteNice as usual..you really have a way of connecting all the "dots" with the wordles...
ReplyDeletei've always thought of woman bull fighters as incredible... to break thru that male barrier.. interesting culture... like the way you set it up...
ReplyDeleteLoved the narrative!
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Thanks everyone for the comments.
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