Just for fun, really. Hearing Hopkins in the background.




Autumn Villanelle

Rags of light hang from the prongs of trees;

Harvests of frost lurk among thews of bark.

Chill grips leaves in throes of blush and breeze.

 

October's red is lush summer's decease:

It gets late early. Hours before dark,

Rags of light hang from the prongs of trees.

 

And Autumn, bleak Designer—if you please—

Invigorate us with your drastic work!

November, come with gusts of rustling breeze!

 

Toil till day dies. Anyone who sees

Leaflife’s blast and blight surely won’t shirk:

Rags of light hang from the prongs of trees.

 

Exult in northerly cacophonies!

Trace a cold alphabet on glazed glass. Mark:

Poems compose themselves, braced for the breeze.

 

The year diminishes by slow degrees:

Months mourn their own loss as the sun goes stark.

Rags of light hang from the prongs of trees;

Enter December. Ghostly snow. Deep freeze.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-23 at 10:40

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I certainly found it fun. What a chewy, tasty treat.
2018-10-27


Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
All at Coo & Co very much enjoyed reading this villanelle. We've always found it a tricky form; and for that reason, we think all villanelles should be written for fun. Woo-hoo!

We appreciate the Autumn imagery, characterisation, and enthusiasm, and without further ado we set about adorning our office windows with letters. We are favouring 'C' and 'O' :>)
2018-10-23


Bibek
Sprung rhythm? I can feel the strong, accentuated beats in many lines.
2018-10-23