To Villanelle or Not
The Gauntlet Thrown, I Can’t Resist
Holly Jahangiri… The gauntlet is taken up!
Friday morning and the stars still out. The birds yet singing to greet the dawn I wake to clear skies and clouds of doubt.
With sleep in eyes I roll about. Owl hoots in a tree above the lawn. Friday morning and the stars still out.
I fill a glass from out the spout. Tis early as I scratch and yawn. I wake to clear skies and clouds of doubt.
Can I today this villanelle sprout? I to my leader’s form am drawn. Friday morning and the stars still out.
I compare my work: I’m such a lout I’m still not sure what I do spawn. I wake to clear skies and clouds of doubt.
So on I write, stopping now to pout I do press on as the day does dawn. Friday morning and the stars still out. I wake to clear skies and clouds of doubt.
My first ever villanelle poem. Until yesterday when Holly challenged me (and others) to write one, I had never heard of this type of poem before. Don’t think I’d ever read one, either. So, thanks for introducing us, Holly!
Here’s a link to a classic villanelle:
If you enjoyed this feeble attempt, check out Holly’s. She links us to a good reference, too
We both wrote abecedarian poems a few days ago:
If you are game to try an Abecedarian, by all means do and tag me. Tag me if you do a Villanelle, too. I’d love to see what you come up with.
If you’d like to try some flash fiction (really short, short stories), take a look at these:
Happy Reading, Writing and Connecting!
