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Sunday, July 8, 2012

The Matador

A man dressed in red and gold,
in front of the bull with fears, all sold;
as the mighty bull enters the ring,
yellow and magenta cape starts to swing.

Trumpet sounds; he throws a spear at the bulls back,
with the hopes so high, he never lack(s);
at another trumpet he removes his hat,
and makes a bow dedicating the bull’s death.

He dances with the bull,
and the audience there cheers and adore;
he keeps playing on and on,
like a true hero -the Matador*.

He waves a muleta, daring the bull to charge,
both keep eyes locked at each other, open so large;
now he stands at ten feets from the bull,
holding espada to stab at bull’s back to null.

The bull falls and dies,
staring the bull-fighter’s eyes;
and audience cheers the victory of the man,
waving white handkerchiefs at the end of the game.

He is awarded dead bull’s tail or hoof or ears,
people there lift him as he reached the stadium door;
he holds a trophy saying victory against his fears;
like a true hero -the Matador*.

~Shreya ♥
P.S.1. My creation, please do not copy!!
P.S.2. Image: Google
P.P.S. Copyright Protected!!
*I have been reading about the Matador since a week, and it has become an obsession now to know more about the Matador.


  1. Shreya,

    Gory details told well. "The bull falls and dies,
    staring the bull-fighter’s eyes;" are very touching lines.

    Take care

  2. I didn’t know amidst the crowd and clash
    And fury and gory, dust and red
    There is a poem beneath….

    nice work Shreya


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