Trying out the villanelle form for a class assignment. It felt a bit restrictive at first, but similar to playing scrabble, once your brain gets the hang of it, it gets better!
Response to “The
Second Coming” (Yeats)
(The Second Coming!)
Like a man going away. See, the hour draws late.
Crimson tide will flow, no bounds.
While blood and water, separate.
Predictions of the end find no date.
Play and foul share no common ground.
Like a man going away. See, the hour draws late.
Hell itself concedes to failure in the gate.
Eyes that see, and aye, the clouds.
While blood and water, separate.
Eating, drinking, marrying. Just wait.
One roars, ending the other’s night prowl.
While blood and water, separate.
Like rocky cliff, up narrow, go straight.
Look! All you who reside on the ground.
Like a man going away. See, the hour draws late.
Soft sounds of a wind chime strike the ground.
At last! It is lost, and I am found.
Like a man going away. See, the hour draws late.
While blood and water, separate.
