The harp is made to play laments,
and her fingers pluck its strings
mournfully in mellifluous torment.
Notes spill like dawn birdsong
from the instrument she clings,
as if it were the first song
the harp had learnt to sing.
Her velvet gown is black as night,
the harp of ebony made,
but light shimmers golden bright
from the hair of the heartbroken maid.
Kim M. Russell, 20th May 2020
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #20: Undoubtedly Rossetti
Sanaa is back with poems by Christina Georgina Rossetti, an old favourite of mine. I remember her poems from school, some of which I first knew as songs, hymns, and carols. What I like about her poems is that they are economical, never too long, and often focus on the natural world.
Sanaa challenges us to write while inspired by the works of Rossetti – with a twist: we have the option to choose her poems OR paintings by her brother, Dante Gabriel Rossetti. I chose a visual prompt, ‘The Harp Player’, and tried to emulate the poet’s style.
Oh, beautifully done! I think you have caught Christina’s style very well, and you chose a lovely painting. (I too chose to be inspired by a painting whilst attempting to emulate the poet.)
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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This is incredibly gorgeous writing, Kim 😀 you have brought the painting to life with your vivid and lush use of language and imagery. Especially love; “Notes spill like dawn birdsong from the instrument she clings, as if it were the first song the harp had learnt to sing.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 💝💝
PS: Ofcourse you may link the Lizzie Siddal poem 😍 I would feel honored if you did.
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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You’re most welcome 😀
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What a delight to read this poem.
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Thank you, Robin!
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I have played harp, though now I play lyre. I enjoyed this haunting poem.
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Thank you, Crystal.
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Beautiful rhymes. The velvet gown made me glance at my wardrobe 😉
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Thank you, Hazel!
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Your poem is portrayed to me so vivid the image of a lady in lament. Playing her harp, of course. The picture also betrays this image, you have nicely added a version your imagination of what lay behind the painter’s intent.
p.s. I did not post my painting as I thought my juvenile readers, family and others, might not be ready for all this, it was the one of the lady holding an apple, one breast revealed.
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Thank you, Jim!
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Lovely poem befitting brother and sister.
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Thanks Helen!
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I, too, chose the harpist. Alas, I was not so lyrical. Your words are beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Bev!
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l love that there is some light weaved into the dark and sorrow. Broken hearts deserve a bit of sun and warmth. So, let the bright sing (and play)!
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Thank you, Magaly!
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Perfect words for the painting…
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Thanks Susie.
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Very lovely intermingling of dark and light. Ebony and gold, lightly played strings with a heavy heart, there is a real beauty in sorrow.
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Thank you, Lori.
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Your words match the image of the song as if it first played by the heartbroken maid. Well done
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Thank you, Joel.
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this was so Rossetti-esque it touched me. very brilliant poetic skills and very admirable. thanks for sharing with us. Great write.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
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“mournfully in mellifluous torment” – How very Rossetti-like this is. Stunning poem, Kim.
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Thanks so much, Sara!
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