Robert Starkey
Villanelle
Ivory Combust
She dwindles in Ivory’s blazing crust
And burrows beneath its aged paling skin
Dwelling within the core she yearns for lust
Burning with the lashing desire of must
She craves to the bones attaching within
Mechanical device matched her combust
Peeling the scorched away she owes due thrust
The ghosts of the meadows scorching near thin
And steal her away in midst wild heaped gust
She gave in completely and then her trust
One would call up the feelings of chagrin
Rather she knows in her heart it’s all unjust
Inching her way out of Ivory’s crust
She crystallizes jades over her skin
In the bright of the most divine combust
From flames to wind she falls victim to rust
Upon the end she built up to begin
Another gust and sing away her dust
And find her way in the ashes of lust
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Villanelles are familiar as a term, should also be as the form itself since I have chanced to read a sufficient number to know what their specs are, but I honestly could not judge it on that score. Aye, while immorality flirted with dreams and whores, something else whispered a metaphor that yet eluded my comprehension....is it Spring? Or one of the other seasons?...since she plays with winter's garb yet robes herself with verdancy as it were...am I close? Yet your concluding line leaves my head still spinning. The ashes of lust...got me. Lovely and beautifully rendered with excellent imagery. Thanks for sharing.
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Jenny
intriguing! quite intriguing!
Excellent poem. Loved the last line. Thanks for sharing, soki
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