Wednesday, December 8, 2010

My take on Orlando by Virginia Woolf

Artiste denied
Bluest blood did flow through his veins
Twice Broken
Once abandoned by love
Once his art ridiculed by snobbery
He ascends into himself
Due by the cruelty of others.

She appeared with party by sled
Traversing a frozen sea
Leaving her Russian land
and northern tongue.
A vision dressed in Oyster colored velvet
and greenish colored fur
Blush cheeks and darkest eyes
Strange stunning features
Striking cupid's arrow 
Sincere her gregarious personality
Enchanted and delighted was he
As she mimicked the howl
Not once but three times of
Her hounds left behind.
She virtuous,
Unlike those that pursued him,
Stuffy and confined,
Looking only to crudely secure
his noble purse.

Sasha and he,
Shared one common tongue
Shared by no other
Within their retinue
 Their intimacy would bind them
And capture did she,
His fickle heart completely.
A deal was struck by and between
To meet in secret perhaps to bed or wed.

A few hours was all that separated them... 

The signal came and without warning
Ice pack sudden and irreversible crack
No time to cement a decision to stay
perhaps their love unseasoned?
Back to her sled
swiftly moving, no goodbye said.
Fleeing in the dark,
him left behind
Sasha broke Orlando’s heart.

The flood gates did open
Furniture and fortunes flow the Thames
The swollen river now lake
claimed all the lower levels
water gushed straight from the devil himself 
Did not borrow from its victims
All the life it did take
Those that survive the loss they weep  
Tears bob like crystal ice burgs
Some small but his steep.

Well past the witching hour
Quill after quill
with ink pot to spare
page after page
He did fill

Part II will continue with Nick Greene and will be posted at a later time.


Mary said...

Ah, a strong poem and filled with a lot of imagery! Beauifully crafted.

kathew said...

ah poor Orlando- perhaps there will be another freeze and Sasha can nip over again....?
Great imaginative post!

Kristen Haskell said...

Thank you. It's a little long winded I thought. But I wanted to capture the essence of part of the story.

Suz said...

oh I loved how the poem rushed with the dropping lines

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful. This makes me want to pop in the film!

gautami tripathy said...

Love the flow!

Great Magpie!

who hid that story for us to find said...

Excellent poem Kristen.
It flows nicely, smoothly.

Lyn said...

Brilliant..wonderful to follow your awe!!

Myrna R. said...

Kristen, this is wonderful. You really show off your talent here.

Helen said...

... a masterpiece!

Glenn Buttkus said...

Terrific spin off into a marvelous
juncture of your mind, letting
the sled and winter take you
into the cinema, where so many
of us spend countless hours,
gaining inspiration and education.
ORLANDO (1992) is one of my
favorite films; can't get enough
of it. Like Tess, I need to pop
it in again and enjoy.
I, too, have written poems
about films, like McCABE &
MRS MILLER, a 25 pager,
I think it is the marriage
of the two mediums, and
want to do more of it.
Really enjoyed this lengthy
excursion into snow and
love and film and poetics.

Kristen Haskell said...

I am actually reading Orlando right now. The movie is one of my favorite. Thanks so much for the encouragement.

signed...bkm said...

so beautiful the images of Russia and the snow, the velvet the greens...the north has always enchanted me ..and you have here too...Love your new Look...stunning...have thought of changing mine but have not found anything that works yet....blessings..bkim

Brigid said...

Such an elegant piece, Kristen and gripping, loved the line:

A few hours was all that separated them...

So dramatic and wonderful.

Bee's Blog said...

I've read this three times - a wonderful piece.

We both saw Russia this week!

Steve said...

Ice crossed Lovers...
Thank you for a wonderful read... said...

Well done, Kristen. Even VW might like it. I look forward to the continuation.


Reflections said...

Dramatic powerful piece, capturing the flow and separation well... but alas, maybe another freeze will offer a 2nd chance.

The Hausfrau said...

So beautiful, telling, evocative!

Mary said...

Oh, I love Virginia Woolf! I just found this quote from Orlando the other day, "Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy." I haven't read it in ages, what a great poem. Thank you. And thanks for visiting my 'wirting bachs'

Jingle said...

simply amazing....