Villanelle 1 'The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe

The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe,
Contains recordings of my utmost gaffes,
The other, mocks!  (Thank God that there are Two!)

Within the front room (where Critics, cuds chew)
Are played the scenes where everybody LAUGHS!
The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe.

And next to it, an organ-parlor, too!
Where musical ‘slips’ turn into giraffes!
The other, mocks!  (Thank God that there are Two!)

The Worst:  a Hall where all my Words Untrue
Come back at me in spears, spikes, stones and staffs!
The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe.

And Last:  a garden sewn only with Rue,
And stones carved with unthankful epitaphs…
The other, mocks!  (Thank God that there are Two!)

I’m stuck in them!  Though at my feet I hew,
I cannot cut these leather prisons off!

The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe.

The other, mocks!  (Thank GOD that there are Two!)

January 8, 2019
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Awtry Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 2:17 PM
I have read and reread this and struggled to comment... I only know that it makes me troubled and happy at the same time... And I love the aside "thank God that there are two" Ok I giggled typing that!
Fairchild Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 6:03 PM
Aside from a bent version of 'The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe', I can't really say, exactly what I was doing, here. I am glad it made you laugh, because it is just one of my … ahem... weirder efforts. But, Thank You! Especially for your persistence in reading this nonsensical piece!
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