Where Love Was Shunned, Its Joyous Freedom's Checked
A villanelle with memories of coming out as queer.
Jonny Evans
Where love was shunned, its joyous freedoms checked
this wondrous hope, those vista’s new, I sought
where prison head, its solace lost, lays wrecked.
To seek my truth, out, queer, glitter bedecked.
This love’s sweet bliss, too cheap, I dearly bought
where love was shunned, its joyous freedoms checked.
To understand, to rummage, dig, dissect
this ecstasy, within its trap, thus caught
where prison head, its solace lost, lays wrecked.
To fend off lonely, broken self-respect
this spirit lost, its sinews tense; strung taught
where love was shunned, its joyous freedoms checked.
To seek out peace, to find, to not neglect
this damaged soul, love’s truth amounting nought
where prison head, its solace lost, lays wrecked.
To seek love’s joy, grey empty life, reject!
This safe abode, our costly peace, hard sought
where love was shunned, its joyous freedoms checked
where prison head, its solace lost, lay wrecked.
About the Creator
Jonny Evans
I quit the job, sold the house, and am now at university studying to be a writer. I have things to express and hope that the words might have meaning for others. I'm single, queer and a cancer survivor. Feedback welcome.
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