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Monday, September 24, 2012

The Finishing Project--Day 7 (that is, 9)

Indian Summer

Forget your gift of an Indian Summer.
We do not want it;
We run on towards Winter.

This pulpy haze seems kinder,
But we gnaw the pit,
And your gift of an Indian Summer

Deflects our dive for the center.
Like the whitening rabbit
We run on towards Winter. 

We crones won't stand the meander--
Our short time is split.
Take your gift of an Indian Summer,

Give way to the year's inevitable splinter,
Let us begin the fit;
Forget your gift of an Indian Summer.
From here we will run on towards Winter.


































An imperfect villanelle, to finish off. Yes, this one's for school too.



2 comments:

  1. Thank you. I'd like to keep working on it, get the syllable counts correct, improve the syntax, etc., BUT: I've been wanting to write a villanelle for a long time, and it feels damn good to finally finish one.

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