Da_Yog Posted September 28, 2007 Report Posted September 28, 2007 The Monster in the Glade The setting sun Imparts last rays— As something baleful—in glade wakes Long legs stretch, it cares not for play. It crawls from black hole—where it stays Onto gray branch, a thirst to slake The setting sun imparts last rays— Ageless instinct guides it on the way For liquid supper—it must make Long legs stretch, it cares not for play. From low branch down—to waiting day A strong web to ground it must stake The setting sun imparts last rays— Circling round spokes it makes its way In dark center—sleep it must fake Long legs stretch, it cares not for play. Hours will pass awaiting prey Until chance cause insect’s mistake The setting sun imparts last rays— Long legs stretch, it cares not for play.
Silver WInd Posted September 28, 2007 Report Posted September 28, 2007 I love this, nicely done, great discriptions. I love Villanella's I alwyas enjoy writing in the style, and it is nice to see from others, for it is not very common these days
Da_Yog Posted September 29, 2007 Author Report Posted September 29, 2007 Oh, why thank you. I tried writing this two ways: Once as a sestina and once as a vilanelle. I much preferred the vilanelle to the sestina and it seemed the form of the vilanelle suited the subject better.
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