Apologies for the rather obvious rhyming and prosaic language. I’m attempting a vilanelle for the first time for dVerse Poets, in the spirit of being brave and trying out new forms. Join me there for some (far better) villanelles and a great sense of community.
I’ve been reading a lot of media stories lately about cyber-bullying, trolling and other cruelties of our online world. Not that there isn’t plenty of pain that we can cause each other in ‘real’ life, but wolf pack attacks are so much easier when we are anonymous.
You crawl into the bush to hide
Arrows quiver on your flanks
Lick your wounds, stem the black tide.
It’s such an easy slope to slide:
their office cheer, their thoughtless pranks.
You crawl into the bush to hide.
Cracks start spreading, fissured pride,
from dream to hell it rudely yanks.
Lick your wounds, stem the black tide.
You ventured forth, ignored and lied –
pretended words were toothless blanks.
You crawl into the bush to hide.
But something inside has surely died
as foaming waves erupt over banks.
You crawl into the bush to hide –
Lick your wounds, stem the black tide.
However, I don’t want to spoil your Passover or Easter holiday, so let me wish you beautiful weather and a relaxed, peaceful time!
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