Lost swans

This villanelle is for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. This week’s words are:

APPEAR | PRESS | POOR | CARD | FALL

1024px-'Swans'_by_Bruno_Liljefors

Gales fill the sky with clouds, snuff out the light,

Shadows scud across the hills so dour,

We hold our breath as daylight dims to night.

 

Among the trees, rain patters, brief respite

Before your anger bursts, your storm brows glower,

Gales fill the sky with clouds, snuff out the light.

 

Oppressive silence fills the air—despite

The falling rain, the taste of it is sour,

We hold our breath as daylight dims to night.

 

Like paper, blossom’s torn, the sky’s alight

With red-tinged petals, blown the rose’s flower,

Gales fill the sky with clouds, snuff out the light.

 

So feeble our love seems, so pale and white,

Flame-red when passion had us in its power,

We hold our breath as daylight dims to night.

 

When did the swans we were sigh and take flight

To leave us empty-eyed beneath this bower?

Now storm-tossed clouds snuff out the summer light,

Not hands, but breath we hold as falls the night.

 

Advertisements

Published by

Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

10 thoughts on “Lost swans”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s