Rowan Taw has resumed blogging her poetry after a lamentable hiatus so I will forego a new poem this week in order to assist the universe in carrying out the necessary re-balancing. I offer you now one from the archives, Trio – the first poem I ever blogged. I was biased in selecting it for you because I will be spending an evening with one of my Trio next week at an Opera Australia staging of Georges Bizet’s Carmen.

opera paris

In great halls they enchanted me,
Three women – dulcet sirens
Awoke my heart, made life restart
Without us ever meeting.
They looked at me – no, stared at me
Their gaze intense with passion,
My essence surged when first I heard
Their voices, tones exhaling as
They came to me, reached out to me
And touched me – I recall it
Did not imply they would deny
Me their rife femininity.
The characters they were onstage
Well matched the innate fire of
Each drama, aria and duet,
From start to strophic coda.
Bel canto danced around the walls
Acoustically enhancing
Each diva as vibrato shook
Foundations, souls and mortals.
I feel their presence stirring now
With semblance of tactility,
I hear each trill and feel a thrill
At thoughts of next encounter.
You may know or have heard of them
Though like me, never met them.
From ardent ardour to sweet sin,
Violetta, Mimi, Carmen.

51 thoughts on “Trio

  1. Great poem… I loved the charming atmosphere you have created…
    It sounds like a myth or a fairy tale… Really very nice, dear Mike…

    Best wishes, Aquileana 🙂

    • You have correctly identified the atmosphere as the star of this piece Aquileana (to the chagrin of my tragic trio). I’m so glad that you read, appraised and appreciated and thank you for your generous support.

    • That poem has patiently waited for two years and eleven months to hear your much appreciated approbation Jackie. I’m delighted that you read and interpreted it so well – thank you.

  2. Glorious. You sound like you belong in that world; you use its language so casually that the culture-rich terms settle in at the core instead of as mere garnish. You have more than captured an experience for me; you have transported me to it.

    PS. I felt something similar when reading Ishiguro’s Artist of the Floating World.

    • Wow! Now I know how the lead tenor feels delivering his tenth encore. Your generous words humble me Iris and also remind me why I’m here. Thank you sincerely.

  3. Rebalancing the universe? Mike, you must be the butterfly to my chaos!

    I have yet to see Carmen live – but your words are adding to my expectations.

    (Thanks for the mention) ☺️

  4. I’ve only seen that since you pointed it out J.B. but it’s definitely there alright. I guess I was in the ‘mezzo soprano’ groove while writing it 😀 Thanks again.

    • Thank you because yunno, that’s a technical point that I had totally forgotten to consider! (so let’s just pretend pretend I planned it). Thanks again – ssshh.

      • J.B. Long says:

        Seriously man. I kind of got lost in it, reading faster and faster till it hit a climax, and then it settled back into the denoument. That sounded really gay, and I didn’t mean for it to, but you know what I mean! Well done.

  5. My very first experience with opera music was Madama Butterfly. Placido Domingo played the role of Pinkerton. The music was hauntingly beautiful. I still think so, to this day, many many years later.

    That’s an image of the Paris Opera House, isn’t it? I was there in the summer. It’s gorgeous.

    • Butterfly is wonderful – I vaguely recall my grandaunt taking me to the cinema to see it when I was very young (it must have been the 1954 release because it was in colour) et oui, c’est la Palais Garnier de l’Opéra de Paris. Merci beaucoup pour votre comment.

    • Thank you for your kind comment. I recently discovered a 1984 movie with Julia Migenes in the title role and Plácido Domingo as Don José – I found it particularly interesting to watch the ‘extended’ stage and scene angle interpretations. You’ll find details on IMDB.

  6. Glad you enjoyed the overture waltz of my ode to opera Brent – I remember getting a lot of pleasure from writing it. I agonised over breaking it up into verses or letting it run straight through but your comment suggests I left well enough alone – thanks mate.

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