Mussorgsky's next piece is inspired by a watercolour of a medieval castle, featuring a troubadour.
For us, the furtive flavour of the movement brings to mind a secret love affair... :>o



The Old Castle

The stone wall stands so tall, for a moment he sighs
and considers returning to town,
when a memory comes, of her beautiful eyes
and her figure so graceful in gown,
then he sees a firm foothold, determines to try
to make true on the promise he swore,
'I shall sing to my love of my love till I die,
then my spirit sing love evermore!'

He embarks on the climb, scales the uppermost heights,
and peers down into grand garden grounds,
lustrous lawns, beauteous blooms, clothed in moon's languid lights,
and the guards on their stern midnight rounds,
but they do not glance up as they march swiftly by,
and he tunes to the flowery floor,
'I shall sing to my love of my love till I die,
then my spirit sing love evermore!'

He descends among lime limbs to crouch in long grass,
then steals slowly alongside box hedge,
as soft lavender lemon balm southerlies pass,
with the scent of the far sea and sedge,
then he hears distant waves breaking hungry and high
and he calls to the warrior roar,
'I shall sing to my love of my love till I die,
then my spirit sing love evermore!'

He approaches the tower door, made of oak beams,
yet ajar for his flight up the stairs
to her turret room, till now viewed only in dreams
but inspiring a thousand cantaires,
then he sings to his sweetheart until he is dry
and he whispers, 'How I thee adore!
I shall sing to my love of my love till I die,
then my spirit sing love evermore!'




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Written on 2015-07-06 at 00:56

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2015-07-09


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
How wonderful. Such a determined troubadour :)
2015-07-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Eventually, one runs out of superlatives. This is fabulous.
2015-07-08


countryfog
After your first Mussorgsky-inspired poem I did some research on the paintings that inspired "Pictures At An Exhibition" but had not come across this reference. Since you describe the painting I assume you have seen it . . . what you have made of it with these four verses is - well I don't quite have a word for it. The artist (Hartman?) painted the troubadour but you have made him real, the intimacy of his thoughts and desires, your verses that always seem to sing.
2015-07-06


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
the "climbing, scaling, descending" brought to my (disquiet) mind another wall-climber, of a less wholesome, but no less romantic character, bram stoker's creepy crawler.

i enjoyed all four poems, even though the popcorn never materialized.
2015-07-06

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Poems at an Exhibition
by Coo & Co