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Call of the wild

From: On nature

By Mat BarnsleyPublished about a year ago 1 min read
The call of the wild: A Villanelle

I sat silent, gazing upon the waves, beguiled.

Leaning, breathing in the ocean spray,

I could hear it—her sound, the call of the wild.

The seas swelled, engulfing, the sounds reviled,

And as I sank down from the light of the day,

Memories danced from when I was a child.

The thoughts relented, the pain resiled.

A light came forth and swept me away,

And for the first time in many years, I smiled.

Suddenly ripped from my heaven, exiled,

I was awoken, and face to face with the fey.

Her eyes gazed upon me, tender and genteel.

Embracing the fey, my heart reconciled.

As she danced and swept my soul astray,

My memory was gone, placed on trial.

I then heard the sound of birdsong, mild,

And I awoke on the sands of the bay.

But I'll never forget the way she beguiled—

The sweet siren song... the call of the wild...

Villanelle

About the Creator

Mat Barnsley

I strive to make sense of the world through writing. I break it apart, twist it, and bend it until it reflects new light. I invite you to see the world cast through my written stained-glass windows.

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