Coinage

A villinelle, the only I've ever attempted. All I can say is Elizabeth Bispop - you are AMAZING! This is the story of a great love...

Those days I was too far in to see

as touch pulled me further each time

you and I circled this thing called inevitability.

                       

I posed in your basket, on display under your tree –

in my bark you carved your name, ‘so you’d be mine.’

Those days I was too far into see

 

past the hours in darkness when all I cared to be

was yours – in streetlamp or starshine

as you and I circled this thing called inevitability.

 

One night on the floor I coined the word desperately.

You looked, with eyes just bluer than mine, and despite my shushing managed, “I’m –“

Those days I was too far in to see

 

The mounting implications of my reluctance to leave;

as we drowned in umber shadows reciting these lines

you and I circled this thing called inevitability.

 

I thought how with or without you I couldn’t breath

and how swiftly cruel Mother calls wisteria to die.

Those days, I was too far in to see you and I circle this thing called inevitability.

Author's Note

Be gentle, I'm a free-verse girl...