graduate of a provincial Belly Dancing School
Belinda barefoot on the tiles
adjacent to her swimming-pool
evoked Salome
for the 'coffee-morning set'
and to polite applause
removed the seventh veil
how the polystyrene dromedaries paled
and the moon dipped low
behind the cardboard minarets
yet Turkish-delight was spoiled it seems
by what she did with the tambourine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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