Villanelle

She Gathers Apples Under The Moon
Introduction The image is borrowed from "The Enchanted Booklet" here I thought this would provide the inspiration for a Moon villanelle for my wonderful Muse.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
The Whispering Trees
Long ago, nestled between the jagged mountains of a forgotten land, there lay a small village called Kharwand. The people of Kharwand were simple folk—farmers, shepherds, and weavers—who lived quiet lives, untouched by the chaos of the outside world. But beyond their fields and homes stood a forest they never dared enter: the Whispering Trees.
By Amjad Khan8 months ago in Poets
The Silence Beneath Her Smile
In the heart of a quiet little town, Lived a girl who never wore a frown. Her eyes sparkled like summer skies, But no one knew they masked her cries.
By TrueVocal8 months ago in Poets
The Dance Of The Solstice Spirits
Introduction This is my forty-fourth piece inspired by Angie's work, and I am grateful that she has allowed me to do this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Apotropaic
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Journey-2
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Nessun Dorma. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for ViM's June Prompt, which you can find out about here. I have decided to write a villanelle for this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
The Moon Stone Ring
Introduction A magical villanelle inspired by conversations with my Muse. The music is "The Whole of The Moon" by The Waterboys. I particularly love the opening verse:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Riot Of Liberty
Introduction I saw "Riot Of Liberty", a bronze sculpture by Whathisname (Sebastian Burdon), and thought that it perfectly illustrated what should be happening in the world now.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Ashes in the Rain
I. The City Sleeps with One Eye Open The city hunches like a drunk in the alley, coughing neon into puddles, its breath thick with secrets and gin.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Poets
The Days Keep Coming
3 years ago I lost my younger brother. He was 8. He loved Minecraft and Fortnite and Mario and Pokémon and everything else that 8-year-old boys love.
By E. C. Mira8 months ago in Poets
What Jimi Said
Introduction I don't know if Jimi Hendrix originated these words, but they are a real truth that should be pursued. I saw them sprayed onto a power box in Preston.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets