I sit here reminiscing on my day
and concentrate on things that made me laugh
to try and write a funny villanelle
My pen it fails to write in metered rhyme
And all my clichéd thoughts come out quite naff
this flow you talk about won’t find a way.
I tell myself to breathe, just take some time
to wisely harvest wheat from all the chaff
But I descend into the depths of hell.
At loggerheads- my muse feels like a mime
why can’t I write a simple paragraph?
surely there must be some easier way?
Is murder of my brain a serious crime?
Could really do some damage with a staff
My neurons hiding deep within their shell.
Pathetic now, I’m giving up on rhyme
My motive was to only make you laugh
At least I’ve tried there’s nothing more to say
And this will be my final villan(h)elle
Oh dear! Written for form Monday…go and link yours at one shot poetry
Ok so not one to give up…and regretting what I’d just pencilled in my little red book…I waited till the kids to exit stage left…and tried again
You sifted slowly deep beneath my skin
And serpentined a coil around my heart
In hues of red descending in my dreams
A nightmare cry is lost and finds release
my sinew sighs and muscles slowly part
reluctant evil ways to let you in
my body yearns to find its inner peace
but you’re not done, in fact this is the start
as veins flow black with dirty little schemes
and locked within my mind my pain is ceased
whilst evil lingers in horrific art
the veil of fantasy is wearing thin
your darkened fingers now tinged with cerise
I’m watching as you tare my soul apart
I’m helpless viewing-tearing at the seams
You shifted slowly deep under my skin
and danced upon the soul you tore apart
you left me on the outside looking in
A battered memory with no esteem.
Was that better? 🙂
Moral of this story-don’t try to write and look after children at the same time…