A Villanelle.




Granite Queen

No one is there to see her fall apart;

By Fortune’s designs bound to reign alone,

She cries for gentle hands to hold her heart

 

A woman independent from the start,

With outer shell of smooth and polished stone,

No one is there to see her fall apart

 

Her countenance sanguine by practiced art

(The court cannot a morose queen condone)

She cries for gentle hands to hold her heart

 

By day, in character, she plays the part;

By eve, the sun retires, the act is done—

No one is there to see her fall apart

 

In darkness she roams the forlorn rampart,   

The wind absorbs a low and subtle moan;  

She cries for gentle hands to hold her heart

 

Albeit struck by Cupid’s silent dart,

Unrequited love can ne’er be shown 

No one is there to see her fall apart

She cries for gentle hands to hold her heart





Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2015-12-15 at 20:32

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Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
I read this and hear a balladeer singing to the playing of a mandolin; this muse is music to my ears.
2016-05-18


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the title and feel of this. Of course women are much stronger than men in these matters. Women are are cats who understand there surrounding and do what needs to be done. Dogs are dumb and bark and chase anything :)
2016-01-21


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
The form suits the content, and the content is powerful. As Lawrence said, well done.
2015-12-16


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done!
2015-12-16


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I do like a villanelle very much, I enjoyed reading this very much

Elle s
2015-12-15