By Arcadian on
Tuesday, August 3, 2004
Friday, July 30, 2004
Evening at the Opera
Elegant in taffeta with black and white chevrons,
coiffured black hair, rouge cheeks and pale powdered nose.
A delicate hand held the opera glasses. She
waited in the wings for the gold and crimson
curtains to rise to the burnished chandelier.
Soon a chasm of darkness swallowed all lights in the theatre.
Aglow now , footlights traced a path to a spotlight on centre stage.
A mannequin appeared, powdered with make up, told a story
of an inner emotional storm : it played out her own life; a caricature
of her weakness and domestic turbulence on stage and in public.
The flow of words: the recitatives and the coloratura
intoxicated her and almost duped this refined woman.
At intermission she dabbed her eyes with a rose scented hankerchief.
This woman of elegance ,this woman of an organic gentleness and
a certain luxuriousness applauded too with the front row claque:
it had tested her sensibilities.
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