Villanelle: Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day
Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day
As if those words gouged out paper or tape
Words distilled from a lifetime’s work and play
Write only what you think is what you say
And what you think never other lives rape
Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day
Write not to beg for praise or prize or pay
What you write must not want to prate agape
Words distilled from a lifetime’s work and play
Write like wordsmiths who worked for Old Vic play
El Manco of Lepanto fate escape
Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day
Write Dostoevsky’s death on pardoned day
To sink Underground swoon writhe out of shape
Words distilled from a lifetime’s work and play
Ugly Beauty makes Art loudly pray
For poets who blindly abuse Muse’s shape
Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day
Words distilled from a lifetime’s work and play
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
manco, art, beauty, creation, death,
Form: Villanelle
In the heart of the Tuscany under Italy's sun
Lies the town of Lucca, which is known to some
As Giacomo Puccini's birthplace, and the truth to be told,
He's Italian composer, one of the best in the world.
In the times of Medieval - far back in the past
Thrived the banking in Lucca and the art of silk craft ...
....
The legend has that at those times and in this very city
Lucia Manco lived so gorgeous, vane and pretty.
Though cunning Satan made her splendid stunning beauty last
On the condition that she must her lovers souls to Devil pass.
... For quite a while this deal worked really well
- Men souls were going from her bed straight to the Hell.
For quite long time she never fell in love, we trust
- Her drive was simply egotistic vanity and crave for lust.
But even magic comes to undeterred sudden end
- She met young man, to whom she loving heart of hers has lent.
She would not dare to corrupt his holesom soul,
And lost her beauty just at once forever and for all.
He lost his love to her at instance when she lost her femine charms .
But to the worst, the Devil told him that he held his mother in his arms!
Categories:
manco, cute love, mystery,
Form: Rhyme