Category: Villanelle

Fear

When nightmares gallop over frozen thought,
a pounding heartbeat drones in false alarm
to paralyse a creature, spotlight-caught.

The terror stuns. Undone and overwrought,
unhinging tremors shudder through each palm
when nightmares gallop over frozen thought.

A brooding, storm-like force that’s tension fraught
soon kidnaps all volition, mocking calm,
to paralyse a creature, spotlight-caught.

In panic, petrifying shame is brought
to bear on self belief. Dread authors harm
when nightmares gallop over frozen thought.

Disabled, I’m devoid of courage sought
in prayers; all fight or flight. There is no balm
when nightmares gallop over frozen thought
to paralyse a creature, spotlight-caught.

A Good Book

I’m lost and found in her; we’ve merged in mind.
Our memories combined as she confessed
between the lines, where time is redefined.

Her thoughts are mine and our emotions bind
us closer than true soul mates. I’m possessed.
I’m lost and found in her; we’ve merged in mind.

Her essence flows through me and I’m aligned
to heartbeats pulsing hope within her breast,
between the lines, where time is redefined.

I weep her joy, experience in kind
the pleasures she discovers; I’m her guest.
I’m lost and found in her; we’ve merged in mind.

I sob her pain and agonise, resigned
to facing fate as life somehow digressed
between the lines, where time is redefined.

As pages turn, more cameos unwind
but I can only guess at all the rest.
I’m lost and found in her; we’ve merged in mind
between the lines, where time is redefined.

Getting Old

In middle age there’s no denying fate.
Let yesterdays be broken links to pain;
let present moments never be too late!
Pursue expression, find a style innate,
a yearning passion that will never wane.
In middle age there’s no denying fate.

Rejoice in lovers’ friendship, celebrate.
Release those still all wrapped in loving chain.
Let present moments never be too late!

Be pensive, muse, demur and meditate-
reflection in a sane and sanguine vein.
In middle age there’s no denying fate.

With open arms we welcome wisdom’s state,
embrace an insight gradually more plain.
Let present moments never be too late!

Believe in growth, this will invigorate
and ward off ebbing energy’s grey reign.
In middle age there’s no denying fate,
let present moments never be too late!