I wrote a villanelle. Three actually, but the one I’m going to post is the only one I really like. This form was making me neurotic, I swear. I didn’t want to write it because I felt I would fail miserably. (Free verse is the only kind of poetry I’ve ever done, after all.)
But it wasn’t letting me rest either. I just had to write it, the weight of it was getting unbearable.
So after three tries, this is what materialized. Criticism is more than welcome, but please be gentle. I don’t want my first born to be slaughtered just yet.
Oh, curse the power that put me to sleep
While the lady in the apron stood at the shore,
“Here’s a warning, darling, don’t go in too deep.”
I gave the ocean all my treasures to keep.
But the lonely fisher-boy evened his score.
Oh, curse the power that put me to sleep.
What you sow, the others will reap,
the waves came whispering at my door.
“Here’s a warning, darling, don’t go in too deep.”
Once, the moon was a hurdle for my sheep.
Now, it rules the tides that crash and roar.
Oh, curse the power that put me to sleep.
Don’t take me down to where the weeds creep.
Don’t push me to mend what the wind tore.
“Here’s a warning, darling, don’t go in too deep.”
I ran to where my dreams lay in a heap.
I sorted them, put them back in my store.
Oh, curse the power that put me to sleep.
“Here’s a warning, darling, don’t go in too deep.”
P.s. Changes have been made after applying the constructive criticism given by Marie.