Villanelle # 4

decorative

In January, I will explore the style of the Villanelle. This form of poetry has a lot of rules. I am normally a rule-breaker, so I take up the challenge of pirouetting across this restrictive dance floor with a degree of trepidation. Villanelle # 4 I will call Firing my Muse.

My first love is poetry. I played with rhythms as a child as a favorite toy, writing line after line and verse upon verse down in a notebook my mama gave me. The words became undecipherable squiggly lines dancing across the page.  I remember sitting on my Uncle Harvey’s porch, making up poems only I could read. I learned to write real letters after I started school. That’s when my adventure with poetry started. I found myself in a dance with a fickle dancer. As soon as I got the steps right, the beat changed, and the singer sang a different tune. COVID-19 and retirement have given me the gift of time to explore, study, and capture the essence of poetry, making all its different moved on the page.

The rules I followed writing Villanelle # 4

The rules for creating a Villanelle are simple and straight forward. This style of poetry must have 19 lines and five stanzas. The closing stanza has four lines. Also, line 1 gets repeated in lines 6, 12, and 18. Thus,  line 3 gets repeated in lines 9, 15, and 19. There are so many rules and so little time.

Firing my Muse

Sit down Word Daddy, I have some bad news

I’m afraid I need to let you go

You’re slacking on the job, A behavior I can’t excuse.

Don’t look at me with sad eyes and start singing the blues

Maybe you’ll get lucky and win the lotto

Sit down Word Daddy, I have some bad news.

It’s the unsightly tattoos, and you smell like booze,

Word on the street is you hang on skid row

You’re slacking on the job, A behavior I can’t excuse.

I’m aware a writer is required to pay her dues

But not one ounce of inspiration did you grow

 Sit down, Word Daddy, I have some bad news.

I feel you have perpetrated a dishonest ruse

On this poor author who is feeling mighty low

You’re slacking on the job, A behavior I can’t excuse.

Wake up, you lazy bum this is no time to snooze.

Did I fail to mention you stink of tobacco?

Sit down, Word Daddy, I have some bad news

You’re slacking on the job, A behavior I can’t excuse.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

Villanelle # 18
I take up the challenge of pirouetting across this restrictive dance floor …
The Wind Through the Keyhole: A Book Review
Natural disaster tradition is why I picked up a copy of Stephen …
The Second Step in the New Knee Boogie
Preparation for surgery is the second step in the new knee boogie. …
The first step in the New Knee Boogie
The first step in the New Knee Boogie will make all the …

Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: