Michael Edwards

MY FIRST VILLANELLE

MY FIRST VILLANELLE

 

There’s nothing quite like a glass of wine

and if, as you sip it, you’ve nothing to do

feel free to read this poem of mine.

 

For reasons I find quite hard to define

This poem was something I had to pursue.

There’s nothing quite like a glass of wine.

 

So find a chair in a comfortable shrine,

and take off your shoes if that suites you.

Feel free to read this poem of mine.

 

Open a bottle of the fruit of the vine,

purse your lips and begin to imbue.

There’s nothing quite like a glass of wine.

 

First I must warn you the words do entwine

so take it slowly and try not to miscue.

Feel free to read this poem of mine.

 

The writing of this took such a long time,

for me, you see, it was something quite new.

There’s nothing quite like a glass of wine,

feel free to read this poem of mine.

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © March 2017

 

 

 

Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    This is a good and fits the correct form.

    Like the picture as well.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks but not easy and the format does make the best metre.

    • WriteBeLight

      Yes. Great job Michael. There is nothing like a good glass of wine. :)

    • BRIANSODES

      Ahhhhhhhhhhh MICHAEL you have succumbed at last to the siren lure of the VILLANELLE ! The choice of the only two rhymes in the poem is very important and ~INE gives plenty of scope as in WINE ~ MINE ~ DEFINE etc and also ~O which allows ~UE and ~EW etc. The subject will gladden the hearts of all PHILOENICS. Thanks for increasing the CLASSIC content of MPS ~ much appreciated ~ BRIAN ~ Love the painting ~ do I glimpse a WINE BAR ?

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks Bria. ,My pleasure Brian - encouragement - no but several wine and coffee bars just round the corner. its such a great little town.

      • MendedFences27

        A great write in a highly structured form. It's so difficult to accomplish and have it flow and make sense. I think you've done it perfectly. I just wonder how much wine it took, - Phil A.



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