So, this week's Poetry Bus is driven by Padhraig Nolan (over here) and once you've followed the instructions you end up with a photo prompt. I got this photo from the State Library of New South Wales.
The subject is Eva Mylott (1875-1920) – an Australian opera singer of Irish descent and also the paternal grandmother of one Mel Gibson (ugh, Mel Gibson...bucket please!). Eva moved to the USA to pursue her singing career, married, had two children and then died young (an accident in the shower, so I read online).
I have never been an opera fan but my Mum loves it and only yesterday I was reading her an article from the newspaper about a hot new opera singer from Peru (it's here). Always an avid reader, Mum still hasn't the energy or strength to read for herself right now so I am reading her anything that can hold her interest (ten minutes at a time max.). It's weird all this caring – I feel like my life has slowed right down. It's not a bad feeling.
Anyway, what with the photo, the story and our own lives just now...this is the poem that arrived.
Now it is work to breathe, for sure
And though you don't really want the air
There it is encore
The stage is quiet, almost foreign
Your long gown brushes the boards again
But your voice has flown
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