Searching for Flamenco

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Searching for Flamenco

The streets of Seville keep
their best secrets hidden in the dark

cobbled paths wind in stillness
I wonder where all the dancers have gone
cafes and restaurants throb with the pulse
of a late night soiree

the candles have burned down to stubs
but the servers will not turn out the night
until platters of paella and pitchers of sangria last

I ask where I might find a tablao,
to be charmed and mesmerized

taking directions, I walk into the soft beam
of streetlights through the tangled sleeping town
on the other side

it is so quiet—
what is tucked behind the old buildings
in a walled courtyard I can barely glimpse?

I walk inside—
ensconced in a shell
of darkness, burns the fire
of a woman, her back finely arched
she is attired in a ruffled gypsy dress

her voice reaches
into the desert…………

the man with the guitar plucks on strings—pulling me inside

I have arrived. 

© Neetu Malik


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Author Bio
Author Bio
Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
  • Birds by Neetu

    crow flies overhead
    I hear pandemonium

  • Hurricane by Neetu

    last night’s hurricane  blew the roof off
    pieces of felt lay on the street like bits of rubber tires

  • Roots by Neetu

    She needs to dig deep
    to pull the roots
    that grow under her feet
    to do so requires strength

  • Sanctuary by Neetu

    my room
    a sanctuary
    at the end of the day

  • Molting Bird by Neetu

    It must have been 
    a stormy night
    when love flew out the window
    of my vacant room 

    like a feather 

    from a molting bird.

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Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.

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