The Casket of Regret
A Villanelle
Upon the midnight's mournful air,
A spectral voice finds my ear,
The memory I cannot bear.
It speaks of all that was so fair,
A love that vanished, swift and sheer,
A spectral voice finds my ear.
I wander through this cold despair,
This lonely crypt, this chilling fear,
The memory I cannot bear.
A raven in my heart, I swear,
Sits brooding on a silent tear,
A spectral voice finds my ear.
With shadows as my sole repair,
My sanity grows thin and sere,
The memory I cannot bear.
This grief, a weight beyond compare,
Will haunt my soul from year to year,
A spectral voice finds my ear,
The memory I cannot bear.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Bloodroot and Coal Dust, his latest book.
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Comments (3)
I love the refrains as they work so well together. Great job!
Amazingly well done! Great reappearing lines, loved “a raven in my heart”
Oh wow, this was soooo poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!