Fallen Leaves from the Weeping Willow
A Narrative Villanelle
All of us, at one point or another, wish that we had not done something that we had done. Many a time, those feelings of regret come a tad too late. We have no choice but to accept the consequences of faulty or impulsive decisions.
Moving on from them, however, is easier said than done.
Enjoy this villanelle of the weeping willow.
The willow weeps, pensive tears
Over creatures that her leaves did not cover
Over countless years
The aged rabbit that had tried to hop, but limped
That she told to go away
Its painful paws hurting as it whimped
She peeked at her branches, old and withered
Knowing that it was her time
To enfold more souls with leaves before they weathered
She spoke to, next to her, another tree
About the aged rabbit
And questioned tearfully, "where can she be?"
The tree told her, branch raised in surprise
"Why do you ask me so?
She's no longer alive."
The old oak, though saddened,
Went on covering with her branches
With love for own branches, not maddened
Her old oak heart now gladdened.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
Oh no, my heart broke to know that the rabbit's no longer alive 🥺 But at least he's no longer suffering. Loved your poem!
So a new form of Villanelle. It is quite confusing this poetry form. Though lovely, where is the rhyme form. Nice poem though.
A Lovely nature poem, but not a Villanelle (which is a strict format). I have written a guide on Vocal *with a video included.
Lovely nature poem!!!