Captain's Log
Villanelle Poem
I sang a song once on my mast.
The ship I stalked; I lead neutrally.
On my way to the dark vast.
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Countless moons our ship blew past.
Our many ventures went on fruitlessly.
I sang a song once on my mast.
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When I heard the first-mate passed.
I didn’t spare a penny for his eulogy.
On my way to the dark vast.
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When we were damaged from a blast.
My crew saw their opportunity.
I sang a song once on my mast.
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The boys were done with being harassed.
I did not hear the whisper of mutiny.
On my way to the dark vast.
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I struggled and screamed but turned up last.
There they hung me, beaten brutally.
I sang a song once on my mast.
On my way to the dark vast.
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Mya Doerksen
Hi there, I'm a student, a writer and an aspring author. At the moment I'll mostly be posting shorts, school assignments or challenge submissions.
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Comments (6)
You create a hauntingly beautiful tale using a villanelle, combining the allure of the sea with the poignancy of a captain's dying moments.
Darkly sad, but lovely. Congrats.
Wow! Beautiful poem! Keep it up—congratulations!
I love this poem. The way I could hear the voice and see the scene. Congrats on Top Story!
It's so poignant. Congratulations on top story! Well done!❤
Excellent work! Congrats on your top story!!!