This is my first attempt at a Villanelle, which is an interestingly odd form for poetry. I had to modify it (well, had to isn't really right - I got bored with trying to make it work so I modified it just a bit). I'm not at all sure it even makes sense, but we all have to start somewhere. And, of course, since it's my blog I'm going to share it with you, regardless of quality. Aren't you lucky? No? (Oh, and if you read my post from earlier today you'll note that my writer's block has not gone away. Heh.)
Bated Days
These are bated days
Though my heart is beating still
With summer’s wanton ways
The air is still and stays
Heavy upon the window sill
These are bated days
The parched grass sways
Marching in time downhill
Amid summer’s wanton ways
I am content with my malaise
Can I stave off winter with my will?
These are bated days
All that’s left is haze
Oh could we but distill
this summer’s wanton ways
The nut-brown child plays
Until he gets his fill
These are bated days
Teeming with summer’s wanton ways
This poem is part of One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday poetry gathering, where all poets are welcome to share. Make the rounds!
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I am so looking forward to autumn and so dreading winter and I felt that even more reading Bated Days. I've never heard of the Villanelle form so I have no frame of reference, but I did like this. I loved the heavy air on the window sill - that is summer!
ReplyDeletethe good news is that before winter we get fall and fall is my fav time of year...i think you did wonderful for your first..i have yet to do one...a little intimidating you know but perhaps you have inspired me...nice one shot!
ReplyDeleteThis is great! Aren't villanelles the most fun? A little maddening at first, but such an enjoyable pattern, after you get it worked out in your head.
ReplyDeleteNice indeed
ReplyDeleteI love heat could live in a desert - drop the temp and I am an icicle.
So I am bemoaning the end of summer
thanks for sharing with One Shot
This is wonderful. We are heading into Spring in NZ and this is what my poem is about.
ReplyDeleteMy poem is here.
Well if that was a failure, give me one any day. It was great. I love the lines of rhyme and rhythm.
ReplyDeleteI'm not looking forward to Winter, but I'm glad that it is not 100 degrees out. So I guess I'm very much looking forward to fall.
ReplyDeleteI liked this. Not sure what a Villanelle poem is suppose to look like, but I think yours was great. And I love that picture.
oaky I'm going to try one next week
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed your form and content Bug!
i thought you wrote that very well and i enjoyed the flow..i am learning something new...cheers pete
ReplyDeleteWell done, Bug!
ReplyDeleteOne doesn't often encounter the word 'bate' these days. Thanks for keeping it alive and reminding me of it.
I've played around with the vilanelle before. I think the was a great first one!
ReplyDeleteThis is marvellous, Dana, a great read. I truly enjoyed it. Villanelle is such an interesting form, but I bet it's hard work. I've never tried it myself, though your poem is so good I may just give it a go...
ReplyDeleteI understand getting bored with a villanelle...not everything is as seemingly easy as "Do not go gentle.." I have written several but I think all forms are good for changing and you changed this one quite well. It captures the end of summer and for the folks who get seasons each change is met with expectation. However here where we have 6 or 7 months of summer, it doesn't give way to much that is different and one longs for change that never comes. Thank you for the lovely poem. Gay
ReplyDeleteThe forms are about discipline and the challenge to allow the imagination come through but if you want to break free then go for it. And where did summer go! My poem is about goodbye.Hope your week goes well
ReplyDeleteOh yea... season change time!!!
ReplyDeleteNew ambers and oranges await us.. followed by the white..
Will, and some help from that heater are a must!! :)
Loved this read, my friend..
"The nut-brown child plays" -- such vivid imagery.. wow!! Excellent descriptions.. nice played villanelle! Kudos..