Musicman (Villanelle)

Musicman  (Villanelle)

his linen song in half-light cast her
swallowed by the burn and sway
in cashmere waves on alabaster

unbound in time that’s turning faster
midnight climbs upon the day
his linen song in half-light cast her

their shadows dance on lath and plaster
straddled bare and mirrored grey
two cashmere waves on alabaster

a blinding flight that pulling past her
strumming fingers circle play
his linen song in half-light cast her

collapsing images may capture
scale the walls in rhythm they
turn cashmere waves on alabaster

as beauty’s spun in Black and rapture
silhouettes beneath the fray
his linen song in half-light cast her
in cashmere waves on alabaster

© image and words christi moon 2013

The form—

The essence of the fixed modern form is its distinctive pattern of rhyme and repetition. The rhyme-and-refrain pattern of the villanelle can be clearly defined as—

A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.
Though the form doesn’t dictate meter… I have written this one with the A and A1/A2 refrain lines in Iambic Tetrameter +1 and the B lines in Trochaic Tetrameter -1

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one

image by Nick Prater -- edited by C. Moon

 

one

 

(C.M.)

I remember
the first
time

we won

came
together

across
an ocean

in a café
full of
writers

just
the one

(L.P.)

I remember
the first
time

we won

fell into
each other

fell out
of clock-time

on a platform
full of
people

alone
at one

 

© 2016 C. Moon / L. Prater

image by Nick Prater– edited by C. Moon

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in my room

ducks2

 

in my room

the image
sits
in a cedar
frame

on a narrow
shelf

above
a bed too soft
in all white
linen

a portrait
of young eyes
watching
February ducks

three grateful
sunbathers
perched on a
small concrete
crossing

we were both so fond of them

but
that easy
afternoon walk
between
your attic
and Morrison’s
café

seems
a long time
gone now

held against
the stark gloom
of this
winter’s day

though
I still

have the picture
of you

in my room

© cs moon

 

 

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groaning

stalker

 

groaning

 

I have to
wonder why
 
after
all this time
 
I still find you
here
 
fat hands
rifling around
in these words
 
it isn’t
clear to me
 
if you
simply suffer
from
some form of
 
epic desperation
 
or if you’re
still looking
for the letters
that he penned
 
while lying
beneath
your crooked
groaning sky

 

 

 

 

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littoral

 

 

littoral

I’m
caught up
in the grandeur
of grey-green
brilliance

soft
windward
knots
 
stranded
in shafts
of summer
light

and the
magnificence
commanded

by the brackish
mounting swells
of our fluid
composition

(c) cs moon 2015

 

  

 

Photograph by Diana Matisz

This poem is part of a photo promot and collaboration that was organized by the wonderfully talented and creative poet/photographer, Diana Matisz. The full collection may be viewed on her wordpress site at :
https://lifethrublueeyes.wordpress.com/2015/06/07/group-collaboration-3-2015/

 

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rites

rites
 
 
 
I imagine him
here
sitting up tall
beside all of the other
hung-over tongues
that rose too early
 
on Sunday
 
a crooked man
in a wrinkled blue suit
 
   his son
   sent me his wristwatch
   and an old picture
   of a young girl
   sitting on a swing
   in Pekin
 
   a month after
   he died
 
   with a few
   polite words
   scribbled
   on a yellow
   post-it note
 
you know
 
about how he
carried the photograph
around in his wallet
 
for thirty years
 
from the middle pew
I stare down
at the second-hand
swirling beneath
a small circle of
dirty glass
 
and as the choir
begins to sing
and the congregation
clings
to narcotic parchment
 
I drop
a single new
dollar bill
beside the watch
and my
four-year old face
in the plate
of pay-as-you-go
faith
 
and leave
what’s left
of a man
 
that never was
my father
 
to be collected
 
for the saints
 
 
 

© cs moon 2015

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