Villanelle: Often I Think of Writer-Poets of Yore
Villanelle: Often I think of writer-poets of yore
Often I think of writer-poets of yore
Who wrote in fear of lords kings patrons of church
Their voices hushed humbled by the stoop they bore
Often I conjure up their solemn lives raw
And wonder how their pages weren’t left in lurch
Often I think of writer-poets of yore
Pages to patrons puppets to popes galore
Hidden chaste natures all resisting research
Their voices hushed humbled by the stoop they bore
Often addressing some damsel they adore
No more ambition than to lead her to church
Often I think of writer-poets of yore
Pauper some who pilfer to pen metaphor
Through some trope in their guts some scheme beyond search
Their voices hushed humbled by the stoop they bore
Lean those dead young despised by the loves they swore
Never knowing if their verses will us broach
Often I think of writer-poets of yore
Their voices hushed humbled by the stoop they bore
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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