Gail Foster Poet Villanelle

The Song of the Wren

The wren is singing, high up in the tree
Come, lay your crown beside me on the ground
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me

For every bloom on earth there is a bee
For every queen a green king to be crowned
The wren is singing high up in the tree

I wore a gown of bright embroidery
I wear my hair with heather flowers wound
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me

I’m wanton, wild, alive with energy
I want you brought to me in oak leaves bound
The wren is singing high up in the tree

Oh aye, what then, why then I set you free
Oh my, and we get dirty and profound
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me

You are my king.  I shut my eyes and see
Your silhouette, with sunlight all around
I hear the wren sing, high up in the tree
Come lie with me, my love, come lie with me

© Gail Foster 21st June 2018

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Mike Jones July 3, 2018 at 2:36 AM Hi Gail. Lovely poem. I think the villanelle is my favourite poetic form - I like the way the lines repeat. Gail Foster July 4, 2018 at 7:09 AM Thank you. I've been having a go at triolets recently, they're fun to do too.

Mick Talbot June 27, 2018 at 4:51 AM Full of passion and more, a Jenny wren singing what's not to adore, loved your villanelle, please do write more, Mick Gail Foster July 4, 2018 at 7:08 AM Thank you very much, Mike! The wren is the bird associated with the oak month in the Ogham tree alphabet. All the best.

Agnes Krampe June 24, 2018 at 12:41 PM Lovely midsummer poem, and the vilanelle form works so well for it. Fave. Gail Foster June 24, 2018 at 12:44 PM Thank you, Agnes. I wrote this for the Avebury Gorsedd on Saturday. Many blessings of the season to you!