Calypso

Just for fun

 

The strawberry sky turns to plum

While Calypso music’s steel drum

Caresses the frenzy filled crowd

Gyrating happily and proud

 

Electric rhythms fill the air

As summer breezes blow her hair

Ebony locks kiss her shoulder

Brown eyes smile, sinfully smolder

 

Strident hips tempt a frantic beat

Long limbs dance and sweat in the heat

Sitting on a flowered cushion

Children watch the show’s procession

 

Reviews

[J. Alexis Balaguer]

What I like about this poem is its descriptions of minor eroticism, in the form of bodily movement--dancing, but at the same time, the audience caught by the performance are...children. Rather novel in approach. The descriptions truly are magical like Calypso's rhythms.

I enjoyed it Honey!

Punishment

[Big ol' Kahuna]

This poem is like a dance! I like the flowing rhythm and rhyme. This reminds me of a celebratory beach party; celebrating.... whatever. Sounds like a party. I want to be there with a Mai Tai in hand, you in the other, and after the music fades, and the kids go to the cushion of their beds, to walk with you in the sand, while the waves caress our toes, and the moonlight and gentle breezes fill our senses, well that would be blissful.
Let's go!
Good job!

[cilla]

This is delightfully sensual and playful, one can hear the drumbeat ... can see "The strawberry sky turns to plum" and I felt my own hips called to action. All this through the eyes of children ... the magical enchantment of the night. This is truly a delight!

[Fernando Pessoa]

Calypso is so brilliant, as is your reflection here. Bright, bold beats, and your words dance that cool rhythm. Loved it!