This is a blog that I posted as a lesson in both the INVISIBLE POETS and the WHEELSONG POETS groups on Facebook. Both are living breathing and dynamic aspects of what Wheelsong is about and has to offer. We are very proud of our roster of amazing poets, and their level of engagement.
Steve Wheeler asked that I place it on the Wheelsong Blogspot as well, so here it is as follows! Please feel free to join in and follow the prompt to post your poems here just as our poets on Facebook do! I will be more than happy to read them and share some collaboration on the colorful villianelle form!
I’ve been overwhelmed with not only the DIVERSITY of the content incorporated into your group poems lately, but also the SKILL with which everyone is expressing their themes.
This exercise is for those poets that are willing to work their expressions into various forms that are used by those masters of old we love so much. Today over our shimmering horizons of creation comes that most versatile of forms, the VILLANELLE (or the VILLAINESQUE).
This form, once tamed, is not as villainous or difficult as it may seem! I would go into the history of it, which is amazing, but this is an exercise. We are focusing on writing here!
It simply consists of five three line stanzas and a final quatrain, with the first and third lines of the first stanza repeating alternately in the following stanzas. These two lines (known as refrains) form the final couplet in the quatrain (or four line kind of line grouping).
Historically, this form on the whole deals with various kinds of obsessions, which appeal to outsiders. The repetition within the verse defies convention to create something very unique. It’s a clever way to write a poem that seems very intricate, but follows a rather simple pattern.
One of my heroes, Dylan Thomas, used this form to write his master craft poem “Do Not Go Gentle Into The Night”. Notice how the above rules apply in his following effort…
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Pay close attention to the end rhymes and where the repeating verses are set within the poem! They are subtle, but are most effective when crafted properly. It’s a bit like fitting your poem together like a puzzle, with a dazzling picture to admire once the puzzle is set out upon your table.
I invite you to stretch your poetic wings and write a villanelle. Start with an overlying theme within the repetitions of the first three lines that you want to dance with, then go on to spin your partner around in the next four three line verses. The end four line verse sums it all up and repeats your theme. There is no syllable count, which is nice. USE DYLAN’S PLACEMENTS AS A TEMPLATE TO REFER TO IN PLACING YOUR WORDS.
This exercise is another step in adding weapons to your expressional arsenal. The more arrows you have in your poetic quiver, the more you can practice hitting the bullseye as a real deal poet with your variable forms!!!
Good luck my poet friends! Also, please POST YOUR VILLANELLES IN THE COMMENTS below so I can acknowledge your works in a subsequent post. The more you write and get your name out there, the more you will get noticed! And you deserve recognition. EVERYONE OF YOU!
Also, feel free to comment on the submissions below. We are here to not only be recognized, but to recognize others. We are learning and supporting each other like all families do. Only our family is WORLDWIDE!!!!!
As always, the writer writes. I am with you, and I will be commenting on your poem as we go!!! Good luck dear poet, and write on!!! ๐
Moderatin’ Matt Elmore
Thank you for this, but the one thing I struggle with is that I was led to believe that Vila(I)belles need to be in iambic pentameter format. Is that not true? If you say there's no syllable count, then I am skipping!
ReplyDeleteNineteenth cemtury forms tended to have 8-10 syllables while more modern ones extended to 11.I merely simplified it with no use of syllables here to make it easier for readers and poets to try their first hand at the characteristic repetition and rhymes that make them fun.
DeleteVillanelle oh Villanelle
ReplyDelete(this is about Villanelle and Eve from Killing Eve)
Attraction to you was fated,
A self-discovery unbeknown,
Now our spirited duo has been created.
Underestimated, you are hated,
A different picture, I’ve been shown as,
Attraction to you was fated.
Our love can’t be translated,
All that we have ever known,
Now our spirited duo has been created.
Sexual tension as we dated,
Tempestuous spirit you own,
Attraction to you was fated.
Separated, I feel isolated,
Despondent and forlorn,
Now our spirited duo has been created.
My love for you has not abated,
The love for you has blossomed and grown.
Attraction to you was fated,
Now our spirited duo has been created.
Hi Donna!! I’m so happy you joined me here. Your villanelle danced with themes we have all experienced. I wish I was familiar with the reference of Eve here… at first i thought it was the biblical Eve! But I know we have all felt despondent and forlorn… great descriptions of such despair. I loved the positive ending! — Matt
DeleteVery rough first draft. There are probably loads of edits and refinements I want to add - just wanted to see how fast I could write a villanelle in first draft (about half an hour). It's dedicated to the work of The Samaritans.
ReplyDeleteExistential Conundrum
"To be or not to be" the thought dismays
The existential dread, the veil of fear
To counter troubles, or to end one's days.
Night by night, no hopeful thought allays
The taunting "What's the point of being here?"
To be or not to be - the thought dismays.
The haunted teen, in desperation prays
For comfort, healing, for her mind to clear
To counter troubles, God to end her days.
The mind's a see-saw, weighing yays and nays
Amidst the gloom to rise, to shout and cheer -
To be or not to be, the thought dismays.
Oh for a way to navigate this maze
Turn left or right, to shed one's final tear
To counter troubles, or to end one's days?
Do not shudder at this twisted play
Befriend the sad and lost, and lend an ear
To be or not to be - don't show dismay
To counter troubles - help them through this day.
(c) Iain Strachan 28-vi-2023
Hi Iain! Your villianelle is such an amazing tetony to triumph over the worse of adversity… just giving up. Going through the ups and downs… it builds momentum throughout the piece… and you used the repetition to end on a high note… I really enjoyed this one sir! Thanks for posting it here. ๐
DeleteThanks for the kind comments. As I mentioned, there were a ton of edits to do after the first draft. I like to get the body down and then sculpt it into shape. Below is the current version.
DeleteExistential Conundrum
"To be or not to be?" the thought dismays
The existential dread, the veil of fear
To counter troubles, or to end one's days.
Night by night, no hopeful thought allays
The question: "What's the point of being here?"
To be or not to be - the thought dismays.
A haunted teen, in desperation prays
Sobbing to God to make her straight, not queer -
To counter troubles, or to end her days.
The mind's a seesaw, weighing yays and nays
Amidst the gloom to sink, or rise and cheer -
To be or not to be, the thought dismays.
Oh for a way to navigate this maze
Turn left or right, to shed one's final tear
To counter troubles, or to end one's days.
Don't withdraw from those with tortured ways
But stay beside them: listen, lend an ear.
"To be or not to be?" the thought dismays
To counter troubles, help them through these days.
The "haunted teen" in stanza three is a real person. The verse is based on what she said in her "coming out" interview in the Independent:
"I felt like it was ripping me in half. I knew I couldn't carry on. I was trying to align the loving God I knew and believed in with this horrendous reality of what was going on inside me," she says. "I remember kneeling down and absolutely sobbing into the carpet. I said to God, 'You have to either take my life or take this attraction away because I cannot do both.'"
NB when I was much younger, I would have hesitated to use the word "queer" as it was considered an offensive way to describe homosexuals. Nowadays, it is a commonly accepted term.
I think it's terrible that people have to hide their true nature like this.
Full interview here:
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/news/vicky-beeching-star-of-the-christian-rock-scene-i-m-gay-god-loves-me-just-the-way-i-am-9667566.html
I will try it once I finish the poem I’m currently working on… been putting it off, because as you say, some may think it villainous, and I’m one of those people!
ReplyDeleteUniversal Peace & Love ๐ชท
It is villainous… but sometimes you have to live a good villain!
DeleteWell, I gave you my word. The first Villanelle produced by this pen and it is frightfully crude. Yet, I fear I would not have completed it, if it were not for giving my word. Now, having said that, let’s chew away! Ha, ha!
ReplyDeleteFirst Villanelle Jun28/23/10:38am
DIAMONDS BLINK
by Fatamira
Starstruck yesterdays spilling out overhead,
Contemplating planet earth below;
Hark, diamonds blink out message being said.
~
O, glitter Libra Scales poised are balance-bred,
Offerings of equal ease and flow;
Starstruck yesterdays spilling out overhead.
~
And yet, what of firmament’s invitational wed,
A dignified, but ostentatious Zodiac show?
Hark, diamonds blink out message being said.
~
Perhaps, Ptolemy hast solemnly read,
Orbs alignments to evidently know,
Starstruck yesterdays spilling out overhead.
~
It is said in ancient times Markawasi led,
Egyptians to sail across oceans years ago;
Hark diamonds blink out message being said.
~
Historic manuscripts across lands had spread,
Like mapping out needle in eyeing yarn to sew;
Starstruck yesterdays spilling out overhead,
Hark diamonds blink out message being said.
©️ 2023 Karin J. Hobson
Universal Peace & Love ๐ชท
You never fail to deliver Karin… I know this one challenged you. I really admire you for stepping up! I’m glad I said no syllables. It’s just more loose and fun that way. It’s all about the repetition and the rhyme placement that makes this such a cool form to play with. Your interstellar content made your first villanelle shine my dear… and the heavens rejoiced! ⭐️
DeleteThanks, Matt for the ‘out of the world’ comment. That’s the only thing that went into orbit! Ha, ha! I wouldn’t have tried writing one if not for friendly ’elbow in the ribs’ from you! You sure give one inspiration!
ReplyDeleteUniversal Peace & Love ๐ชท