The Feria of Seville

The Feria of Seville

Oh how the spring fair of Seville is populated

by song and squares full of ripe, far flung orange trees.

Horse teams of four pull carriages of men and women,

endlessly circling over the yellow earth of the fairgrounds.

The high red combs the women wear on their heads

are strawberries planted in their fine black hair,

and wild flowers, oh so many, spring up between

the black heels of their dancing, ecstatic feet.

April has arrived in Spain, with the exuberant colors

of butterfly wings that wrap tightly around the body flame

of passionate Andalusian women and metamorphosize

their gipsy dresses into pomp and fashion.

 By Anthony Walstorm

Posted in Poems of Andalusia.

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