This is our next piece in the series inspired by Mussorgsky's famous suite; his 'Tuileries' describes Hartmann's picture of children and nurses in the grand garden.
We apologise for our English pronunciation of 'Tuileries', to rhyme with 'trees'



Tuileries

In avenues of grand Tuileries,
one morning during mildest May
come swarming children through the trees,
and nurses supervising play.

One morning during mildest May,
amidst cork oak and copper beech
and nurses supervising play,
a whirl of pinafore and breech.

Amidst cork oak and copper beech
festooned with catkin cups and trails,
a whirl of pinafore and breech,
and parasols raise circle sails.

Festooned with catkin cups and trails,
a western wind sweeps silken seeds,
and parasols raise circle sails,
white mulberries fruit thousand beads.

A western wind sweeps silken seeds,
small hands reach high and try to catch,
white mulberries fruit thousand beads,
while higher still six dove chicks hatch.

Small hands reach high and try to catch
pink blossoms whirling over heads,
while higher still six dove chicks hatch
and spring songs sound from feathered bed.

Pink blossoms whirling over heads,
within these gardens of delight,
and spring songs sound from feathered bed,
till order sounds for quiet respite.

Within these gardens of delight
come swarming children through the trees
till order sounds for quiet respite
in avenues of grand Tuileries.




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Written on 2015-07-13 at 01:15

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Every now and then I read a piece that tells me that I know absolutely nothing about writing poetry. This is brilliant. With the added sweetness of mulberries that bring back childhood memories of jumping for the fruit and the strange purple stains. Thank you :)
2015-07-16


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I have nothing to add. My jaw's hanging open and my hands are clapping.
2015-07-13



I agree with countryfog that you've managed your chosen structure for the poem so well that it never once interferes the content or seems awkward--a fine accomplishment.
2015-07-13


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so very beautiful! And you have painted us a perfect canvas. Bravo!! And, yes, a very elegant piece.
Ashe
2015-07-13


normalil
I am off to Google Hartmann's picture, though here, you have painted a magnificent picture with words. I loved it.
2015-07-13


countryfog
A pantoum! . . . you never cease to amaze, the seeming ease with which you master difficult forms without letting them inhibit what you have to say.

I have been to the Tuileries and can easily understand how Hartmann was inspired, and Mussorgsky in turn. I will have to google the painting (which is static) but I doubt it is as captivating as your poem, which captures the movement of everything in the scene.
2015-07-13

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