A chance encounter. Summer courtship. Such music. So it goes. Our poet Dominic James recalls a First Night in Arundel. Day 533 of the daily poems.
First Nights
Under stars and beady satellites,
in easy reach of coastal path,
my girl and me, Day One.
Sussex cloud machine on knapweed,
Devon cows. First Night in Arundel
for Don Giovanni’s pale sopranos’
Candlelight Production in the so-called
‘Baron’s Hall’ accompanied by boom box.
So many heads to nod and bow
and face a wringing of the hands
and bunching of the dresses; the unity,
the awful humour of the thing
and those exalted voices. We laughed
to have such music fixed
on a chance encounter.
Dominic James