This poem is modelled on "Hybrid Villanelle on a Line by Li Po" by the American poet William Witherup (1935-2009). My poem subverts both Witherup's pattern and the pattern of the traditional villanelle.
I put the coffee in the microwave.
Seventy-five seconds. Then three shrill beeps.
Occupied, I ignored them. Then forgot.
Looked for the damned mug every-bloody-where.
I never thought to check the microwave!
I looked on bookshelf, table, toilet tank.
I searched for thirty minutes. Then I caught
sight of the spoon that I'd used to stir the coffee
before I had put it in the microwave.
The spoon that held in its cheek a big brown drop
of water stained with Folgers instant lay
in the sink, and whispered microwave.
The microwave! Could I have left it there?
The teaspoon cradling its coffee-drop
led me to push the bar and spring the door
behind which I indeed had left the coffee
before my vexed half-hour of distraction,
before seeing the spoon, its drying drop.
I'd been doing something else and just forgot!
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-08-14 at 04:08
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