In the domain of verse, I will leave,
To make a stanza with style and workmanship,
A Villanelle, where refrains dance and flash.
Rehashing lines, as reverberations in obscurity,
Their eerie song plays on my heart,
In the domain of verse, I will leave.
The refrain's rhythm, a charming curve,
Every redundancy, a new beautiful beginning,
A Villanelle, where verses dance and flash.
Feelings rise and fall, a lively imprint,
As rhymes lace and entwine their part,
In the domain of verse, I will set out.
With trained structure, I make some meaningful difference,
Sticking to this structure, a hallowed diagram,
A Villanelle, where verses dance and flash.
Through musical examples, excellence sets out,
The beauty of words, a work of fine-bound craftsmanship,
In the domain of verse, I will set out,
A Villanelle, where refrains dance and flash.
About the Creator
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
A Villanelle about a Villanelle! Simply brilliant!