*follow up to previous post in ballad form, this sequal in villanelle* AND NONE SHOULD STARE The paper lay with pen in silent plea; I should have burned the notebook and that pen; As if the pen had eyes, it stared at me. I’d vowed to ne’er repeat my history; I’d killed by fire and burned what might have been. Still. Paper lay with pen in silent plea. Each time I dared to sit, the pen could see. “And burn, ye lover’s stare into my skin!” As if that pen had eyes it stared at me. And if I dared return that stare, I’d flee Into myself, away from some past sin. The paper lay with pen in silent plea. Long nights without repose, and what could free A prisoner of verse and writing? Then, As if the pen had eyes it stared at me. And late one night dawned the epiphany; My soul should burn! It’s damned to write again; The paper lay with pen in silent plea; As if the pen had eyes it stared at me. ©2013 by Monty Wheeler
Posted on: Sat, 31 Aug 2013 09:26:13 +0000