I have always hated handicrafts, anything that involves cutting and sewing, weaving, pasting or pinning. So my eyes glazed over before I even got to the end of the instructions for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. However, much simpler, is to find inspiration in a line from someone else’s poem. I often pinch favourite lines and let the words work their magic. In this villanelle I’ve taken the last two lines from a favourite poem of mine, The Listeners by Walter de la Mare:
“And how the silence surged softly backward
When the plunging hoofs were gone.”
There was silence in the woods beneath the trees
Where the ferny grasses bent beneath my tread;
No birds sang in my presence, ill at ease.
I listened for the voices in the breeze,
To tell me I had misheard what you said—
There was silence in the woods beneath the trees.
I saw no movement, feathered flight that flees,
In the blue arched high above my head;
No birds sang in my presence, ill at ease.
I stopped, breath held, drank silence to the lees,
Hoping in these dreams about me spread;
There was silence in the woods beneath the trees.
Beyond the quiet, sounds of life, a tease,
Even stream-murmur filled me with dread,
No birds sang in my presence, ill at ease.
You will not come, I know I was misled,
You kept my dreams, my heart’s blood all is bled,
Only silence laughs here, dark the trees,
No song will this deep sorrow ever ease.
The lines that inspired you are wonderful. What a wonderful phrase and image this is: “the silence surged softly backward.” And I love the villanelle you came up with with the silence where even the birds are ill at ease.
I may do a similar type of poem today.
I’m glad you like it. The poem is one I associate with my grandmother. She was fond of Walter de la Mare and taught The Listeners to her class at school.
The same grandmother in the poem you wrote the other day who climbed the mountain?
That’s her. She taught junior school until she was into her seventies. Retired so she could take a degree in philosophy.
Oh, an impressive woman!
Tiny but powerful 🙂
🙂
I’m absolutely in love with this silence and deep sorrow.
You’re pretty skilled at cutting, sewing, and weaving words. That’s what matters.
I’m flattered you think so! I’m absolutely not in phase with the types of poetry that involve getting out paper and scissors though.
That’s what you think. I see you’re more than skilled at it.
Cut and virtual paste okay. Just keep the scissors and glue out of my sight 🙂
Virtual ones will do. I’m bad at the real stuff too.
I put it down to being left-handed. It’s as good an excuse as any.
It’s a good one. What’s my excuse then?!
Gluephobia?
Nobody would believe me. I like glues.
Sniff sniff.
lol
The repitition of the line “There was silence in the woods beneath the trees” feels, full of expectation and quite hypnotic. There is conjuring going on…
Thank you! That’s the magic of the villanelle, the repetition, each time the spell gets stronger.
Certainly effective.
I’m pleased 🙂
I can’t pick out one phrase, it all flows together so beautifully.
I’m going to try to follow the prompt…we’ll see where it goes. (K)
It’s one I can see you coping with beautifully! And making something better than the original.
Wonderful, you even captured the silence amid the unease. And the rhyming is wonderful Jane
A villanelle is all about rhyme and rhythm. I’m glad this worked!
I love the rhythm of this poem. You’ve captured the spooky, melancholy mood of “The Listeners.”
Thank you! I love that poem. hard to say exactly why since it’s all mood and no clear story, but I’m pleased you think the mood is right.
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Thanks again 🙂
Why cutting and sewing, when you are weaving wonderful words. 😉 Michael
We had to learn handicrafts in primary school. I hate it.
Me too! Give me words to play with any day 🙂
One of my favorites. This reads like an urging raw howl of nature. Just great lines for inspiring you to run with them. Nobody could have done it better.
I’m listening to the nightingales right this minute, and I can tell you, it puts me well in my place 🙂