Culpability

June 29, 2011
By Racheleli14 BRONZE, South Orange, New Jersey
Racheleli14 BRONZE, South Orange, New Jersey
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I could never forget her -- cold
Her gentle wisps of hair, charcoal gray
Hands frozen, wrinkled and old

Poised and proper, a dance too controlled
In her open-backed gown she’d sway
I could never forget her -- cold

In white, a beauty to behold
Her face turned pale and I began to pray
Hands frozen, wrinkled and old

Creasing the sheets into a stern fold
Struggling for the tender words to say
I could never forget her -- cold

The lies that the kids were told
Guilty tingles up my spine, a giveaway
Hands frozen, wrinkled and old

And if she knew our happiness, she’d scold
My failures, but they’re locked in my personal cache
I could never forget her -- cold
Hands frozen, wrinkled and old


The author's comments:
Villanelles have always fascinated me. After many failed attempts, this poem felt the most natural and was the most successful. I hope that this demonstrates the rigor of the form but that the poem isn't dependent on the form.

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AnnaRT17 said...
on Jul. 11 2011 at 7:57 pm
Subtle.. yet breathtaking. Brilliant!!


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