Sunday, November 22, 2009

Masquerade- a Villanelle


(Image by Belinda Durrant, found at http://www.o3gallery.co.uk/exhibitions/o3_gallery_belinda_durrant.html)

Masquerade

Laced tight in her plumage of silk and brocade
She ruffles her feathers and gingerly preens
Her heart is aflutter, a dove in its cage

She picks at her bones and pecks at her stays
Nestling into her gowns of sateen
Laced tight in her plumage of silk and brocade

She flits down the stairs with her twittering maids
Ascends to the ballroom that glitters and gleams
Her heart is aflutter, a dove in its cage

She glides through the flock of the tippling jays
When one breaks her breath like newly boned seams
Laced tight in her plumage of silk and brocade

He asks her to dance, they traverse the arcade
To rest in the bows of the garden’s lush screen
Her heart is aflutter, a dove in its cage

But love’s tarnished bars immure their masquerade
And her wings will soon moult along with her dreams
Laced tight in her plumage of silk and brocade
Her heart is aflutter, a dove in its cage

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