Super Moon over Danbury, Connecticut, 06 May, 2012 (That's a tree leaf on the bottom.)

13 August, 2010

'Morning' from LUMINESCENCE

This week's poetry bus has Chris at the Enchanted Oak as its competent driver. She has given us two photographs from which to choose as inspiration for our bus pass. When I looked at this photograph of an abandoned canoe, the first thing that came to mind was the tranquility of an abandoned garden, such as that which is the subject of my operetta, Luminescence, an interpretation of the medieval French epyllion, Roman de la Rose. Below is an excerpt from one of the recitatives, 'Morning.'

Eugène Atget
Etang de Corot, Ville-d'Avray, 1900-1910
Morning 
(from my operetta, “Luminescence”)

The wind gracefully embraces
feathered wings of russet, crimson and blue 
that brush the highest branches of clustered trees.
Each bough gambols a synchronized dance
in rhythm with the singing birds in flight.
Their gaze intakes the scene below:

A cooling brook, purling through the twisted,
scented undergrowth, creating a reflective ribbon,
adorning this Eden with an elegant, colorful bouquet
embellishes fertile banks with mystical brilliance.
Soothing liquid-echoes honor an infinite presence.
Morning dew trickles over folded petals
and drifts down each stiffened stalk
to reach deeply into the nutritious soil.

Leaves unfurl to frame delicate flowers.
They gracefully position themselves
to receive pollen for the creation of new life
and shimmer in the morning’s glow.
Each flower silently waits
for that glorious moment of sweet surrender
in fulfillment of her quest.
As the flowers open their petals,
they attract the arrival of winged suitors,
destined to pollinate their yearning pistils.

Jeanne I. Lakatos  2004

I extend much gratitude to the following brilliant musicians, who have transposed (or are in the process of transposing) an Irish melody compiled by Sydney Owenson (1804) into 5 musical genres for this operetta: Dr. Marjorie Callaghan (medieval), Mr. Daniel Kean (baroque and classical), and Mr. Ryan Kijanka (jazz- two styles)

22 comments:

  1. Ah, you write operettas, too! You paint a tranquil, lush vision here. And then .... those winged suitors! Those yearning pistils! Hot! Hot! Hot!

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  2. Wow! Ambitious and gorgeous! You never cease to amaze me, Jeanne.

    Kat

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  3. This morning I was in our yard studying the rampant cyprus (seriously, it will NOT be contained - it's grown INTO the garage now & is blooming there). I was watching all the little insects buzzing around it & saw some smallish critter climb down INTO the flower until it had disappeared. This poem brings that feeling of lushness & expectancy to life. Excellent!

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  4. Chris: Just one operetta, and it still needs work. Yes, plenty of action in an abandoned garden.

    Kat: Thank you! You'll be receiving those questions any minute now.

    Bug: Thank you! I have a Rose of Sharon 'tree' right outside my living room window. It's amazing watching the bees, hummingbirds and wasps busy flying in and out of each flower. They're all so respectful of each other, too, a beautiful lesson in nature.

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  5. Beautiful, Jeanne Iris! You are one immensely talented lady! This is lovely, lush, and fertile.

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  6. Thank you, Karen. I appreciate your stopping by and your kind words.

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  7. Shame we couldn't have had all of it. Certainly leaves one wanting more.

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  8. Thank you, Dave, but I'm afraid posting the entire work would be much too long (30 pages!)

    Jinksy: Thanks; good to hear you liked that. It's one of my favorite passages, too.

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  9. Very lush and, I think, sexy. Could maybe do with a little more earthiness, or is that just me?

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  10. "Soothing liquid-echoes honor an infinite presence." I like it.

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  11. Hi Kate, Thank you. Yes, there's earthiness in this, but it's in another section. I didn't feel it worked with this particular photograph. Maybe another week...

    Thank you, Martin.

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  12. Ah, Guillaume, it is a long time since I've read him.
    But do I need to now I have your word-walled garden?
    Beautiful evocation of a place and a time that will stay with me. That effortless movement from air, to water, to the flowers and the delicate, natural sex that section conveys. One of my best favourites of yours, Jeanne Iris, and I would love to hear the whole thing.
    Congratulations, this is class.

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  13. "Each flower silently waits
    for that glorious moment of sweet surrender"
    Beautiful, there is so much in this work - I feel like a child in a sweet shop running from counter to counter, I really don't know where to start except to say your works are amazing and it is wonderful inspiration for other writers to read your creations :)

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  14. very atmospheric and lovely finish to it. Thanks for teaching the word purling to me! gorgeous

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  15. A cooling brook, purling through the twisted,
    scented undergrowth

    I'm there!

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  16. Thank you, Titus. One can never read enough of Roman de la Rose, so by all means, check it out again!

    Gwei Mui, Thank you. That concept of reciprocal reception is a thesis of this project... and nature.

    Niamh and Jessica, Thank you for your kind comments! I am pleased that you enjoyed that line. Purling is a lovely word, isn't it? Emily Dickinson has taught me to look beyond the first definition of a word when writing poetry to invite a broad interpretation.

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  17. Each lovely word, each lushly painted scene ... gifts for all of us!

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  18. What a glorious profusion of adjectives . . .

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  19. Thank you, TFE.

    Dr. FTSE, yes, some say I use too many adjectives, but I like 'em!

    Thanks for dropping by.

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