You thought me dead.
Stabbing my head with garden shears.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
**
You didn’t just stop there, it appears.
Casting me off the shore with violent jeers.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
**
I had a feeling of dread.
When I felt your cold hand grab my ear.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
**
The silver blade sliced at my head.
The pain was as sharp as my fears.
You thought me dead.
**
Was it what I had said?
To cause this murderous rage, we were good peers.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
**
No matter now, time to switch gears.
I'll lift myself up with this dune grassy spread.
You thought me dead.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
About the Creator
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
Comments (11)
An excellent villanelle of horror, Daphne. Just one editorial note: Your sixth line should be, "You thought me dead" but you repeated the third line instead.
Well, that was refreshing... in the most chilling of ways! Excellent read and Congrats!!!
Dark performance Villanelle poem!!! Left a bloody heart!!!❤️❤️💕
OOO! That gave me chills. Congratulations on the leaderboard recognition!
Dark and very well done.
Okay, no garden utensils in my home from now on... 😎
To me this is kind of a dark poem.
Nice and dark
Nice - disturbing but nice. Well done.
Ooooo, I loveeeeee how dark this was! Well done!
Your repetition works very well within this context. An interesting subject for the challenge!