Sep 2019
Devilish days do well to waste,
with blackout curtains and ink-stained hands,
waiting for sunset when time’s erased.
Those feeble floorboards you often paced,
will creak and moan ‘til you understand;
devilish days do well to waste.
Fight for the feelings that have been replaced,
fight to keep hold of those waning strands,
waiting for sunset when time’s erased.
The sun will set on all you’ve faced,
an eclipse which you cannot withstand;
devilish days do well to waste.
And *****-laced tear tracks chased
by broken glass that pours out sand,
waiting for sunset when time’s erased.
When your thoughts have been misplaced,
I’ll be there to take your hand.
Devilish days do well to waste,
waiting for sunset when time's erased.
with blackout curtains and ink-stained hands,
waiting for sunset when time’s erased.
Those feeble floorboards you often paced,
will creak and moan ‘til you understand;
devilish days do well to waste.
Fight for the feelings that have been replaced,
fight to keep hold of those waning strands,
waiting for sunset when time’s erased.
The sun will set on all you’ve faced,
an eclipse which you cannot withstand;
devilish days do well to waste.
And *****-laced tear tracks chased
by broken glass that pours out sand,
waiting for sunset when time’s erased.
When your thoughts have been misplaced,
I’ll be there to take your hand.
Devilish days do well to waste,
waiting for sunset when time's erased.
written for the fifth Creative Writing prompt - any form! We discussed villanelles in class, and although I wanted to try something I hadn't heard of, my heart led me back here. I always tend for free form, so writing within very specific rules was different, fun, and super frustrating. I love the structure of a villanelle, but I ended up with three words for which it was super hard to find applicable rhymes, but I was determined to keep my opening stanza. It was like some crazy puzzle with words!
