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.
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
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.