The Fiddler Of Père Lachaise

The Fiddler Of Père Lachaise

A Poem by Doodley
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Undying Art.

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Cloaked against the Gallic dusk,
Where air chills deep from salty brine,
He drifts along like scented musk,
Perfumed by winds off Mother Seine.

Through the haunting maze of Père Lachaise,
Along the avenues of cobblestone,
Where art still breathes and artisans lay,
In eternal rest from flesh to bone.

He walks the path of a billion feet,
A pilgrim of art with homage to pay,
To all those passed who can't rise to greet,
The birthing of light on each newborn day.

For here lies the remnants of masters of song,
Of writers and poets who breathed life on to page,
Of painters, sculptors and musicians of long,
Whose gifts they impart through the passing of age.

On a gentle rise he climbs upon a tomb,
The Stradivarius at hand he lifts to his chin,
As the audience sleeps hushed in their nightly cocoon,
And darkness enshrouds as cloud mist rolls in.

Steadfast Polaris illumes where he stands,
An effigy of calmness with head bowed to pray,
As the bow rises silently to rest against strands,
And with deft nimble fingers does he begin to play.

Mournful notes of beauty rise into the air,
To fall to hallowed ground merged with midnight dew,
To comfort all those gone before in a blanket of classical prayer,
A longing tune of sorrowful love for all the chosen few.

Into the depths of night does his toiling violin weep,
Purring sighs that caress the heart as soft as windswept cotton,
To ease the souls that now reside in halls of perpetual sleep,
And to remind them all their gifts of art shall never be forgotten.

When bloated sun spills first light and beams on sacred ground,
The fiddler fades in daylight haze to pass into the nether,
He leaves behind no mortal sign just notes of broken sound,
That glide upon the rising wind and float away as feather.

For he lived for love of undying art and undying shall he be,
Immortalized forevermore in memories that never fray,
Now the pilgrims come from all the Earth across the distant sea,
To hearken to the haunting tune of the Fiddler of Père Lachaise.

© 2017 Doodley



Author's Note

Doodley
Just playing around with expanding meter.
Père Lachaise = Pair La-Shay.
Any comments are appreciated.

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I am not a big fan of expanding meter, however, your style is superb and your placement of words in the stanza is pleasing to me. I felt present in your world. great job. I would have liked to have read your non-expanded version. It would have been even better in my opinion.

Posted 7 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Mehameha. I understand your sentiments on expanding meter. Not .. read more
Mehameha

7 Months Ago

I totally get it. I knew exactly your intent. And that was the connection for me. I shall have to re.. read more



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Your ability of volume amazes, rhyme sequences offer art's finest palate.

regards,
al

Posted 7 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Alfred. I appreciate the line.
and you expanded it so so well...perfect meter, nice rhyme because the words fit, not just in sound...

well done.

Posted 7 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, as always, Jacob. I always look forward to your opinions of my .. read more
I am not a big fan of expanding meter, however, your style is superb and your placement of words in the stanza is pleasing to me. I felt present in your world. great job. I would have liked to have read your non-expanded version. It would have been even better in my opinion.

Posted 7 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Mehameha. I understand your sentiments on expanding meter. Not .. read more
Mehameha

7 Months Ago

I totally get it. I knew exactly your intent. And that was the connection for me. I shall have to re.. read more
Breath and meter are well done, but what strikes me most is the immortalizing style you have... All the names of places and things I had no idea existed... Brilliantly penned...

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Silente. I appreciate your kind words. And yes, there is so muc.. read more
Silente

7 Months Ago

Thank you for the welcome, and was my pleasure...
Great walk through time. How bleak would life be if we couldn't bring it back to life. Shades of Lowry in this poem too.

Posted 7 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Paul. I had a look at the works of Lowry and learned something .. read more
This is so beautiful (it relates to all of us on this site writing amazing, outstanding poetry & novels... who's going to play the violin for us :)) You created this wonderful tale and the imagery of the landscape was captured perfectly... ghostly and infinite... great work!

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

7 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Hebe. I appreciate the insights and kind words.

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