Monday, October 10, 2011

A cheerful villanelle, somewhat against the grain of the form...

There is a shimmer in the summer air
A burning on the breeze of sparks alive
The sky flung, lift of leaves, the trembling there
Is pure electric life, spring-driven, dare!
Seeds fly to seek new worlds, bees leave the hive
There is a shimmer in the summer air
Windtossed the trees, as shampoo selling hair
Is shook, as swimmer's hair, wet from a dive
The sky flung, lift of leaves, the trembling there
And on the grass the women's legs are bare
To please the girls, men at their antics strive
There is a shimmer in the summer air
All things are burnished, bronzed, and debonaire
Or green with sap, as green as frog or chive
The sky flung, lift of leaves, the trembling there
The ancient fire that's new, and does not care
If men in black forbid the weeds to thrive
There is a shimmer in the summer air
The sky flung, lift of leaves, the trembling there

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