The Friday Fling Is Writing Away in Villanelleville!
Friday Fling #158 December 9th 2011
As those in the northern two thirds of the US and all of Canada tend to be spending more time indoors in December, we tend to spend more time reading and watching, and in…Daydreams. Here’s one: if you could be a character in a story, who would it be? Tell a story with you as that character.
This week we’re going to suggest you write your story in one of CPC founder Cheryl’s favorite formats, the Villanelle. Shadow Poetry.com explains the Villanelle as:
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa. The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order (as the last line of succeeding stanzas) throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
Runaway
Why do they runaway?
My soul so beautiful, so bright
But for some reason I keep them at bay
Sometimes I wish they would stay
They give up on me without a fight
Why do they runaway?
Some think I am pretty, I say I’m okay
Though this doesn’t feel right
But for some reason I keep them at bay
What can I do, what can I say?
What causes their flight?
Why do they runaway?
Just when I think I’ve won their heart, they stray
I feel like the farthest planet in the night
But for some reason I keep them at bay
What have I done to chase them away?
My soul beckons to them like a beacon of light
Why do they runaway?
But for some reason I keep them at bay
Copyright © 2000 Julie Wright
This week the Friday Fling creates daydreamy stories in Villanelle!
Be sure to save time to read and comment dreamily on your fellow Pals’ visceral Villanelles. Then go create the next chapter of your real life story this weekend!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for December 2nd
Congratulations Angel Love!
Welcome everyone to the Friday Fling! Time to once again poetically party hearty and celebrate the end of another workweek!
This time we’re escaping into our imaginations with our favorite character, to create a story of our own. We’re further challenging you to write your story poem as a Villanelle.
So let your must and mind wander where they will as we go stanza-hopping in the streets of Villanelleville!!
This one I did for the CPC Wonderful Wednesday Meet & Greet, where the topic was winter activities. I did it as a character story Villanelle to pimp this challenge and to have an example to show you. I’m working on another one now
Snow by Bump
Good evening (((Bob))) I’m looking forward to tonight! :love:
The Charming Princess
A lovely princess from long ago
Was always so cheerful and dear
With skin so soft and white as snow
The wicked queen’s anger would show
When the magic mirror would appear
A lovely princess from long ago
Fairest of the land made hearts glow
The raging queen didn’t want her near
With skin so soft and white as snow
The queen ordered a huntsman to go
“Bring me her heart,” she said loud and clear
A lovely princess from long ago
He had Snow run so the queen wouldn’t know
The thought of killing he could not bear
With skin so soft and white as snow
She found a home in a tiny chateau
Of seven dwarfs that loved her there
A lovely princess from long ago
With skin so soft and white as snow
Michelle R. King
12-8-11
A Storybook Villanelle
This is by my friend, Sonnet Diva from Flexwriters… thank you so much for supporting the Friday Fling, Lori with your fantastic contribution!
This is about a story I wrote in 2007 and have never finished.
Beautiful blog and challenge. Wonderful pieces posted. It has been quite a long time since I’ve tried a villanelle.
Ok…it is late and I have been busy and will most probably be too busy tomorrow, so here is a quick one…it is my first attempt at a Villanelle and it is late, but perhaps good for a laugh anyway! I know I am laughing!
:love:
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Still not quick right but I tried the villanelle once again ….
THE PIANO
I play my little piano for lucy
She loves to hear my play
Then she gets mad when I play for others
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And so she snatch my blanket away
I play my little piano for lucy
She love to hear me play
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She gets mad when I play for others
And so she snatch my blanket away
I play my little piano for lucy
~
I play my little piano for lucy
She loves to hear my play
Then she gets mad when I play for others
*
She loves to hear me play
Then she gets mad when I play for other
And snatch my blanket away
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I play my little piano for lucy
She loves to hear my play
Then she gets mad when I play for other
And she snatch my blanket away
Written By: Bettie Davis —————— © December o9 , 2o11
Okay just one more try here and um outta here !!!!!!
THE GRINCH AND HIS STICKY OLE SOCKS
Come one Christmas mornin
The grin ch got cold feet
In the clothe bin he did look
Not a sock to be found
Not even a match
For his cold feet
Not even a mach
Not a sock to be found
Come one Christmas mornin
In the clothe bin did he look
The grinch got cold feet
Not a sock to be found
Where oh where are my socks the grinch thought
In the clothe bin he did look
Not a sock to be found
Come one Christmas mornin
The grinch got cold feet
Not a sock to be found
Not even a match
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————- © December o9 , 2o11
Makes my happy that you love this little Villanelle write … Thanks Michelle !!!! 😉 :love:
It’s always a fun challenge to try the forms. All such wonderful pieces posted.
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DREAM-SAILING
Setting sail to ports beyond the ones I know,
through space and time and horizons so far,
such a perfect day for dreaming of where to go.
Sails powered by the mighty winds that blow
and happily surprised when I find out where we are,
setting sail to ports beyond the ones I know.
Sometimes we find the beach and sometimes the snow,
hoping not to get stranded on any sandbar;
a perfect day for dreaming of where to go.
Our adventures simply take us with the flow;
we really don’t care where in the world we are;
setting sail to ports beyond the ones I know.
And we’ll return home before we even know
that we’ve been away or even gone that far;
a perfect day for dreaming of where to go.
It’s been such a lot of fun to go, you know
on our adventure beyond the farthest star;
setting sail to ports beyond the ones I know;
a perfect day for dreaming of where to go.
(c) barbara kausteklis 12-9-11