Villanelle

Writing different forms of poetry tests your ability to write. Just like my other post with short stories; it’s writing outside your comfort zone.

Here is a villanelle, for those who don’t know what a villanelle poem is:

5 tercets (3 line stanzas) with ABA rhyme scheme, followed by 1 quatrain (4 line stanza) with ABAA rhyme scheme. The first and third lines of the tercet are alternately repeated as are the last lines of the remaining stanzas.

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Inside and out

City life had always fascinated me. Crowds of people rushing for public transport to arrive at a destination. There were some moments I stood there and created back stories of  random people; where they were going, what lifestyle they lived and if they had a family or lived alone.

It sparked creativity and train of thoughts for short stories, poems or a character

I would love to create, inside and out.

I can remember this lady I saw. Her eyes were emerald green and curved

like a tear drop on its side. She was one of my memorable characters I created whilst waiting for my train.

I named her Yalein. Her wavy red hair fell below her shoulders and bounced on her back as she paced through the train station. She had always been in a rush after work. Everyday she walked the same path for the same train; the long black draping coat, wavy red hair and tapping high-heels. Her husband, Trent, was an abusive alcoholic. Her escape was work. Worked as long hours as possible to come home, abused of sleeping around or meeting up with other men. Trent never trusted her; Yalien didn’t care, only for their unborn child.

A few months went by; Yaliens belly grew, bruised eyes faded, arm-slings were used and replaced but her make-up was always done perfectly.

Until one day, she didn’t turn up. No echoing taps down the tunnel nor bouncing hair.

(This is fictitious based on no real people or events I know.)

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Burimen Brothers

‘The Burimen Brothers’ is an on-going Fantasy story that I will be writing on my blog. It was going to be my first novel but I thought I would express it to my followers.

I hope you enjoy the first installment and follow the journey I will take you on. Each week I will release a segment. Enjoy!

 

I stood on the edge of the fiery lake. My village burned in the reflection, and underneath the dawn light. People screamed in agony and animals fled for higher ground. Mother urged me to leave before the chaos begun, she said the Wndith were after me.

Ashes drifted high above the fiery lake, smoke rose with it and I watched the villagers burn. On the opposite side of the lake, the morning dew moistened the short grass. It was a brisk morning but the villagers would disagree; they were underneath burning logs.

‘Hunter!’ a man yelled out, running towards me from the eastern side of the lake. I was ready to pounce. As he got closer I recognized him. It was the village Butcher, Clyd.

‘Leave now!’ He continued, ‘Go to Edenra over the mountains and find a young lady, Deanna.’

Before I had the chance to ask a question, an arrow flung through his neck. His body collapsed to the ground. I scanned the trees to find the bowman. I couldn’t see them and I didn’t want to hang around.

I fled for the cradling mountains. The mountain ridge kept our village secret for many years, hid me from the outside world but that time was up. I had been found.

DWTSmith. #amwritingfantasy

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