Jan 2015
In my novel and supposedly written by English and from Yorkshire, William Willoughby in 1811 whilst fighting Napoleon's troops in Spain... and boosting morale using music he loves... this time Flamenco.
FLAMENCO
Passion of heart and soul… and nimble fingers,
Music from wood with curves of Woman lingers…
Cinders dance with hot flames as a heart again sings:
“Anew Gypsies found metal strings...!”
For Men of burning eyes, long hair and hard of nail,
Music is wine as dark clouds away do sail…
Whilst intoxicating songs of Life, Death,
Love and War…
Are every time told as never before…
And a strong hand of Man does suddenly slap,
The delightful form held gently over his lap,
As rhythms of memories and secrets full of pain,
In ancient faraway lands… of hardly any rain,
Anew become forbidden songs never forgotten…
Now an eternal legacy,
And timeless passion … Maybe…
In the shadow… of an ancient olive tree?
Do listen with closed eyes… And magic you will see…
Capt. W. Willoughby
FLAMENCO
Passion of heart and soul… and nimble fingers,
Music from wood with curves of Woman lingers…
Cinders dance with hot flames as a heart again sings:
“Anew Gypsies found metal strings...!”
For Men of burning eyes, long hair and hard of nail,
Music is wine as dark clouds away do sail…
Whilst intoxicating songs of Life, Death,
Love and War…
Are every time told as never before…
And a strong hand of Man does suddenly slap,
The delightful form held gently over his lap,
As rhythms of memories and secrets full of pain,
In ancient faraway lands… of hardly any rain,
Anew become forbidden songs never forgotten…
Now an eternal legacy,
And timeless passion … Maybe…
In the shadow… of an ancient olive tree?
Do listen with closed eyes… And magic you will see…
Capt. W. Willoughby
¡Olé..! You might know the English word "Hello", is derived from the Spanish word "Olé," of course... but if not, you just might find this interesting.
