Neath Fog's Face

Neath Fog's Face Poetic Form: Villanelle "Within the fog the distant mountains strain Bruised in shades of lavender and forest green Each angle decomposing in the rain" Drowning limbs taxes hanging balls, on chain Snaps wide-eyed drying few, tense befalls lean Within the fog the distant mountains strain Sun starved thins, yet sprigs warm in cellophane Dubbed genes circles in, sketched lines its routine Each angle decomposing in the rain Playthings of the gods, thunder, lightning reign Angels whispered mist, Heaven intervene Within the fog the distant mountains strain The grapes wrathful hue amuse the terrain A rainbow struggles for space in between Each angle decomposing in the rain A ray of hope flickers o'er the domain Alas, it sinks, darkness filters the scene Within the fog the distant mountains strain Each angle decomposing in the rain 2021 May 12 *3rd Place* Choose Your Form ~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 May 13