villain L

A villainelle assignment for poetry class

 

 

Life is made of old smoke and new fire

as shaky as the faith of those who find

their skin deep needs all dressed up as desire.

 

Passing by mirrors, seeing a liar.

Shackles are worn on the heart and the mind,

life is made of old smoke and new fire.

 

From the womb we covet all things dire.

We crawl, scratching, with moon howl and doom chime.

Our skin deep needs all dressed up as desire,

 

look for hope in a lyrical spire,

never knowing that devils speak in rhyme.

Life is made of old smoke and new fire.

 

How do you gain freedom from this mire?

Kill your inner child and forgive the crime.

See skin deep needs dressed up as desire.

 

An illusion that will never tire,

taught but never learned in any lifetime.

We are made of old smoke and new fire,

burning skin deep needs dressed as desire.

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

old smoke and new fire, the building blocks of every age of man, this is well-written

[Cherrie Palmer]

there is power in the opening statement and a unique twist on words , I hope this did well in class I loved it

[TBird J.]

What a creative way to convey the materialistic drab. To gain freedom we must destroy the yearnings of all things new and realize that our so called needs are really just wants. Beautiful, my friend, beautiful!

[BLACKCRUSH]

This piece held so many meanings to me. " From the womb we covet all things dire ". This was a brilliant piece . I can tell you write from experience.

[Bard Constantine]

Great job with the rhyme scheme and word blending. "Life is made of old smoke and new fire" has a classic ring to it...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you absolutely nailed the form~ rolls off the tongue with rippling rhythms~ one to most definetly read aloud~ excellent~

[Vanesa Markovic]

"look for hope in a lyrical spire,
never knowing that devils speak in rhyme"

Brilliant.