All posts tagged: villanelle

The Vultures Stared

The vultures stare, what does it mean?Does something wicked this way come?Nothing is as it seems They gather silently in the treesNo one knows where fromThe vultures stare, what does it mean? They peck at my heart upon my sleeveGray in judgment: cold in bloodNothing is as it seems Love is blind, and lovers cannot seeRough winds do shake the darling budsThe vultures stare, what does it mean? Happiness takes his leave.Rain pounds earth into mudNothing is as it seems To be, or not to be?The tides surge and valleys floodThe vultures stared, what did it mean?Nothing is as it seemed

A Night on Bald Mountain

The sun is setting and night is near A devil is coming under cloak of night Cling to anything you hold dear Through your shutters vampires will leer looking for pale necks to bite The sun is setting and night is near Listen closely, can you hear incantations the witches recite? Cling to anything you hold dear On the mountaintop a strange shape will appear His horns and claws a fearsome sight The sun is setting and night is near When you smell the stench of forty thousand years A rank perfume curdled with the scent of fright Cling to anything you hold dear Listen closely, can you hear? Chernobog arrives under cloak of night The sun has set and night is here Cling to anything you hold dear ******* Day 15 of NaPoWriMo challenged us to write a poem based on our favorite type of music. I instantly thought of A Night on Bald Mountain. Fantasia was my favorite movies of growing up, especially the dramatic ending pairing A Night on Bald Mountain with …

The Birds Are Still

A cry rings out, loud and shrill Rustling, was that feathers? Shadows shift, the birds are still Bitter taste, another pill Thin assurance, it’s just the weather A cry rings out, loud and shrill Claws scratching, on my window sill Barricade the door, for good measure Shadows shift, the birds are still Threading sheets through bars gives me a thrill The doorknob rattles, expressing it’s displeasure A cry rings out, loud and shrill They want to pick me apart, against my will Bang bang, the door cracks under pressure Shadows shift, the birds are still Muscles tense, poised to kill Beak and skin clash together A cry rings out, loud and shrill Shadows shift, the birds are still ******** Just added this villanelle to Dverse’s open link night! Be sure to visit them for more great poetry.

Villanelle 3

You’re the light, you’re the light I am, I am, a little wicked You’re the night, you’re the night   Take me past our satellites Just like you said, just like you said You’re the light, you’re the light   Black out the world, I will not fight Hands red, hands red You’re the night, you’re the night   On the edge of the highest heights The fire, the fire, you have fed You’re the light, you’re the light   You make things hazy, you make things right It goes to my head, it goes to my head You’re the night, you’re the night   Together we can burn bright Just like you said, just like you said You’re the light, you’re the light You’re the night, you’re the night   ********** Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was a tall order: write a villanelle using words from an existing piece of work, incorporating two opposing phrases. I was excited for the challenge though, I love writing villanelles, and was already looking for inspiration to write one for Dverse’s …

Villanelle 2

I made a love potion for you to drink It’s a lovely tea, almond sweet Stir stir, clink clink   It’s the color of love, a vibrant pink Made just for you, no easy feat I made a love potion for you to drink   It should work quickly, I think Your cheeks will flush from the heat Stir stir, clink clink   As you sip your inhibitions will shrink You’ll feel a tingling in your feet I make a love potion for you to drink   You’ll shiver and vomit in my sink You’ll twitch until your heart no longer beats Stir stir, clink clink   The world will turn as black as ink I’ll bury you wrapped in a white sheet I made a love potion for you to drink Stir stir, clink clink

Villanelle

I like to sneak and peek at night It’s my little secret game I like to cause all sorts of frights   A stroll by your house is my favorite delight To catch a glimpse of you is always my aim I like to sneak and peek at night   The light from your hallway is always bright When my breath fogs up your windowpane I like to cause all sorts of frights   I have to admit I feel a little spite Seeing another woman slink through your doorframe I like to sneak and peek at night   I’m sure your unlocked door isn’t oversight Since she’s an intruder you need me to maim I like to cause all sorts of frights   I can’t feel guilt ridding you of this parasite It’s my possessive nature that’s to blame I like to sneak and peek at night I like to cause all sorts of frights ***************** A villanelle is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and …