The young geisha revels,
Revels in happiness.
She married the American,
He became the love of her life,
And then he went away.
Butterfly waited in hope,
Hoping he would return,
Return and see his son,
His son of which he knew not.
The songs of love flowed,
Flowed from the voice of Butterfly
In an absolute wonder
Showing how emotive,
How emotive music can be.
He did return,
But was married,
Married to an American lady.
Butterly was devastated,
Could see no further life,
No further life for herself.
Her son was given to the Americans
And there amongst all the tears,
All the tears of the audience
Butterfly took her life.
A wonderful emotive night,
Enjoyed by all.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 8th, 2023 01:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Mary and I went to the cinema last night and saw Madama Butterfly On The Lake. What an incredible performance. The video shows how difficult it was to perform.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Was I in it, singing in it? lol.
Gorgeous 💖
It certainly was Teddy, thank you.
Andy
I love reading about your adventures with Mary!!! ❤️
Thank you LIZ, there are many more adventures to come.
Andy
what imagination
must have been impactful
but also a tinged with a little
danger filled fun
a slip and all that dramatism
is morphed into stifled laughter
a daring experiment..
thanks for sharing, Andy
My absolute pleasure Mek. I never knew about this stage on the lake so I will have to look into it.
Andy
Lucky you my friend, what an evening it must have been. A beautiful opera performed in a surreal venue. A tragic end, but I'm sure you and Mary were on Butterfly wings as you left. Thank you so much for sharing!
So kind Bella, it was a wonderful evening which we thoroughly emjoyed.
Andy
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