Villanelle # 11

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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 # 11 I will call Unexpected Surprise.

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 Harveyโ€™s porch, making up poems only I could read. I learned to write real letters after I started school. Thatโ€™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 # 11

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.

Unexpected Suprise

The sun glowed warm and bright today,

An unexpected surprise,

For far too long it had glimmered grey

Luminosity to chasing my dreary mood away

Brilliant beauty shining in the mid-winter skies

The sun glowed warm and bright today

Optimism captured by a sunโ€™s golden ray

The hope of deliverance without compromise

For far too long it had glimmered grey

Winter ceased its desolation for a short holiday

Giving us a splendid generous prize

The sun glowed warm and bright today

I wish the north wind would allow you to stay

 To bring back the flowers and the butterflies

 For far too long it had glimmered grey

Gathering dark clouds on the horizon far away

Bring a salty tear to my winter-weary eyes

 The sun glowed warm and bright today

 For far too long it had glimmered grey

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.

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7 thoughts on “Villanelle # 11

  1. I love this poem. Thank you for writing and sharing it. The older I get, the more my mood is affected (positively) when the sun comes out. I also love the way you use words when writing prose. For example, “I take up the challenge of pirouetting across this restrictive dance floor with a degree of trepidation.”

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