For our poetry class we have been asked to write a Villanelle poem. And while I struggled to come up with an idea at first, after working out my first one, I’ve come across a bout of stubborn determination. I wasn’t very happy with my first one, so I used the same rhyming words, and wrote another. But as I was walking to school this morning, I was listening to a song called River of Darkness by The Midnight. And one of the lines from that really inspired me. So here I am, on my third Villanelle poem, which I think might be my favorite of the trio. At least it is my favorite so far.
Slip Away
The streets are empty and the trees gently sway.
I am a ghost against these moss covered walls.
I wonder if they’d notice if I slipped away.
On my shoulders these thoughts do weigh.
As the leaves begin to turn and fall.
The streets are empty and the trees gently sway.
I talk to the horses and they do not neigh.
They only watch me carefully from their stall.
I wonder if they’d notice if I slipped away.
A vine of Ivy fights of the winter decay.
It reaches to the sun like a lover’s call.
The streets are empty and the trees gently sway.
I watch in the park as some fox kits play.
A mess of furry snarling, quite the brawl.
I wonder if they’d notice if I slipped away.
A man bumps into me one cloudy day.
He doesn’t say sorry, and I feel very small.
The streets are empty and the trees gently sway.
I wonder if they’d notice if I slipped away.