“There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.”
–W.B. Yeats, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”
At the glimmering lake the birds still sing,
though you’ve been gone for many a year,
now, I watch as linnets take wing.
Once I longed to wear your ring–
before things changed, I sought you here,
at the glimmering lake the birds still sing,
You promised sun, moon, and everything,
before bad times came and settled near,
then I watched as linnets took wing.
I realize now, I was just a fling–
that thought is now as clear
as the glimmering lake where birds still sing
where at my side, our baby’d cling
without a father. She brought me cheer–
as I watched the linnets take wing
I dreamt I was a queen and you my king,
before you sailed far from my pier
at the glimmering lake, the birds still sing,
And I—I watch the linnets take wing.
For the next month, we’re writing villanelles at dVerse, under Sarah’s capable direction. I’ve only written a couple of these, so I’m tiptoeing into this challenge by revising one I wrote for Sarah’s very first dVerse prompt! See how things come full circle in poetry land? Here’s the link to the original version. It was written during last year’s NaPoWriMo, and this year’s is coming up.