Consumed

Her hips, her arms, her castanets
Her twirling, swirling skirt
Staccato stamping of her heels
Sensuality that hurt.

Alas poor soldier Don José
He didn’t stand a chance
Ignore this temptress could he not
As she danced her fiery dance.

The gypsy music drove her on
And drove him to distraction
Provocation, promise too
With predictable reaction.

Thus captivated, Don José
Had clearly lost his head
Forsaking another, his heart had gone
To the gypsy girl instead.

But his gypsy had chosen another
She would never be his wife
So rejected thus, Don José did choose
Consummation with his knife.

Drabble published October 13, 2020 11:04

Christopher 3 months ago

Nice. I see you've been Bizet writing poetry!
Neville Hunt 3 months ago

Haha! It’s the writing equivalent of Neville’s Seville (the marmalade I make in great quantities) 👨‍🍳!
Jamie Clapperton 3 months ago

If Alfred Noyes or J Milton Hayes wrote drabbles.. Lovely stuff. :-)
Neville Hunt 3 months ago

Thanks Jamie. Two new names to me; I shall check them out!
Jamie Clapperton 3 months ago

You must, Neville. The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes and 'The Green Eye Of The Yellow God ' By J. Milton Hayes especially.
Neville Hunt 3 months ago

Will do Jamie; thanks for the tip off.😊
Drew Martyn 2 months ago

I'd also second Jamie's recommendations! A great drabble, this.
Neville Hunt 2 months ago

Thanks Drew. I loved writing it. I dedicate it to Tori (a door)...olé!
Drew Martyn 2 months ago

Neville, really...?
😊😊
Neville Hunt 2 months ago

Sorry! (hanging head in shame😣)
Drew Martyn 2 months ago

I should think so too. Now more of the same please... :)