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Vilanelle

A vilanelle is hard to write, because the scheme involves repeating lines of verse throughout the poem. It can feel as though it never really gets anywhere. So the art is to weave a storyline into it, so it makes sense as well as  having a lyrical quality. To add to the discipline, there are only two rhyme endings.

Here’s my attempt

Across a field – Vilanelle

Across a field of golden rye
Towards a little wooden shack
I thought I heard a baby cry

I listened to the breeze’s sigh
And wondered, as I walked the track
Across the field of golden rye

Was it hinges, rusted dry?
Or mice upon an old cloth sack?
I thought I heard a baby cry

Rain-clouds gathered in the sky
I strode with haste, not looking back
Across the field of golden rye

I had to run, tears in my eye
Through wind and rain, towards the shack
I thought I heard a baby cry

Cold and hungry, left to die
I found six kittens, white and black
Across a field of golden rye
I thought I heard a baby cry.