Railway Station: Villanelle

Dove

I lost my love at the railway station

Dropped me off, then kissed me goodbye

No sir, this wasn't a real vacation

 

He didn't give me an explanation

Just pat me on the back as I sighed

I lost my love at the railway station

 

Then I departed with his rejection

I watched the cities just pass me by

No Sir this wasn't a real vacation

 

I remember his sweet flirtation

When he wanted to be my special guy

I lost my love at the railway station

 

Until he acquired a new revelation

I'm setting you free, like a butterfly 

No Sir this wasn't a real vacation

 

I cried for miles in  humiliation

As the conductor looked me in the eye

I lost my love at the railway station

No sir, this wasn't a real vacation

 

  • Author: Dove (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2022 10:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Rocky Lagou

    So well done! Villanelles are such a fun form and you did it wonderfully! The love and the loss of love and the image of the train was all so creative and engaging to read! Well done! 💖

    • Dove

      Thanks Rocky! Yes, they are fun to make.
      Thanks for the read!

    • dusk arising

      I guess you got railroaded. I'd bever heard of a villanelle so googled. It flows along really nicely.

      • Dove

        Loved the pun... Good one..thanks
        for the read and comment

      • Neville



        a most impressive example of this poetic model ma'am .. and no kidding .. Nev illanelle 🙂 x

        • Dove

          He He, nice take on your name...
          A new form of poetry



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