(Photo taken from the Internet)
For me,
September is the start of autumn…whatever the weather people or the almanacs
say.
Here’s my
favourite autumn villanelle. It was first published in an anthology, Seasons of Change, Anchor Books [Forward
Press] 2003 and subsequently in my collection.
Villanelles
are not as easy to write as they look. Regular readers will know I have a
passion for them and won’t be surprised to learn that I have written 200+. I
try to vary style and content in my poetry and am always experimenting with
voices. Even so, the villanelle remains a firm favourite of mine if only
because its simplicity is far from simplistic and I get a sense of achievement
from keeping to the discipline it imposes on a poet. Feedback suggests that
some readers love them and others hate them, which is as it should be.
Left
entirely to my own devices, I am inclined to waffle and have even been known to
mix my metaphors. Oh, dear! Now, villanelles clear my head. They keep the inner
eye focused on the straight and narrow if multidimensional paths along which a
poet loves travel across uncharted territories of the mind, hopefully with his
or her readers for company at various stages of the journey.
AUTUMN
SONATA
Silvery
grey skies,
leaves
drifting,
summer
closing its eyes
Lighting
home fires,
hopes
flaring
silvery
grey skies
Holiday
goodbyes,
wishful
thinking,
summer
closing its eyes
Words to the
wise,
softly
treading
silvery
grey skies
With
long, wistful sighs
and
daydreaming,
summer
closing its eyes
Time
quickly passing,
our hopes
surprising
silvery
grey skies,
summer
closing its eyes
[From: The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004]
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