Please stop, it’s my turn to talk
and let me tell you all my secrets.
I’ve kept them feathered in my thoughts.
But now it’s time to throw them, rocks
as weight, offloaded. Like bets.
Please stop. It’s my turn to talk.
Why you didn’t try harder, stalk
our marriage until answers in-set.
I’ve kept them feathered in my thoughts,
glued and dried, like a key-turned-lock.
But where were you—Off growing regrets?
Please stop, it’s my turn to talk.
I miss the gamble of you in chalk-
written sureties and cold hands in pockets.
I’ve kept them fettered to my thoughts.
I want warm to still mean soft
and for birds to come from secrets.
Please stop, it’s my turn to talk.
I keep you feathered in my thoughts.
About the Creator
Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Comments (6)
Villanelles are so tricky, and I've yet to get a good one down. I like the idea of "feathered" as secreted or kept, and the questioning tone in this is earnest, and protesting too.
You've woven form and emotion seamlessly; it reminds me how poetry can turn silence into something almost tangible. Beautiful work.
Well said: “Your turn to talk” Intriguing title.
You had me at the mysterious title. Then took me through a journey of frustrated thoughts. Nice effect!
"I want warm to still mean soft", I especially loved that line!
The flow and feel of this is just so delicate. Very concisely written, Mackenzie!