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The return of the villainous villanelle
Oh yes, try, try with all your might to write a villanelle. As you are no doubt aware, this is the very strictest of strict poetic forms, fit to plague the most obsessive minds for all eternity. Have fun! but remember, "do not go gentle into that good night."...
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xCalypso in Poetry & Free Verse

Fire Bent

She fell so fast, she could have been on fire

And the stars that watched told tales of her descent;

She hit the ground with sound of earthen choir

With muddied feet (she'd landed in the mire)

She runs until her energy is spent;

She fell so fast, she could have been on fire

She'll never die, but burns upon her pyre

As her flesh draws bird of prey with burning scent;

She hit the ground with sound of earthen choir

If you saw her you would deem your sight a liar,

But you'd somehow understand what all this meant;

She fell so fast, she could have been on fire

And the ground is ash, the sky a burnt reminder

That the branch will fall down as the tree is bent;

She hit the ground with sound of earthen choir

So when you see a star that falls from higher,

Remember how she fell and where she went;

She fell so fast, she could have been on fire;

She hit the ground with sound of earthen choir