A chance encounter with a Texan Belle
Leads you to lunch - the café at the zoo.
You wonder if there’s water in the well.
Do crocodiles get tired? How does one tell?
You wonder what the meat is as you chew.
Most poets write at least one villanelle.
She takes you to the desert. And it’s hell.
Your dry cough’s captured by a camera crew.
You wonder if there’s water in the well.
Back home your life’s a cracked, unpolished shell.
Your Texan babe has left. What does one do?
Most poets write at least one villanelle.
Betrayal. Loss. And loneliness. That sells.
An empty sheet of paper. Start anew.
You wonder if there’s water in the well.
Most poets write at least one villanelle.
5 comments:
Well, hell, Roger, forget the well...was always owned by the villanelle...
You want water? Look to the sky! Drink it's sweetness..it's not gone awry
by empty promises...promising the sky.
Take in each breath...Discover why.
What is a villanelly anywelly?!
A villanelle was originally a round sung by farm labourers in France. The form that is used today was buttoned down in the sixteenth century. The format is more or less as I've written it in my poem. Alternate line repeats and that rhyme scheme. Contemporary poets have revived it somewhat and, like I say, most of them have written at least one.
This is my first.
Julia. It's a pleasure and an honour.
It seems such a simple idea, one wonders why its taken so long for contemporary poets to latch onto it? Thanks for the info. Roger.
When are we going to see a link to your favourite poet's website on your blog then?
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