Psittacine Poems | Examples

Villanelle the Fall From Grace Is the Shame Borne As Lost Face

Villanelle: The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face

The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face
What were once cherished hopes serve only to nag
The first to fall papal pride in the purple stride of mace

All that one once fought for family position place
Lie now trodden by the wayside no sweat nor brag
The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face

The once fine psittacine nose at parties shone with grace
Now hangs pudgy a curlicue strawberry smudge a snag
The first to fall papal pride in the purple stride of mace

The ego shifts about the hidden interstices of the maze
Fears of the embattled siege in the psyche’s empty bag
The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face

Sudden moments of anger take all spouse job and lace 
Ego stomps out of the house grimacing grudge vowing no lag  
The first to fall papal pride in the purple stride of mace

Deserted one sits unwashed on the pavements in disgrace
Eyes avert insatiable molly-coddled egos which drag gag
The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face
The first to fall papal pride in the purple stride of mace

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014