On the next scrabble poetry match we will be doing another form poem. This one, the villanelle, is the same form that my favorite poet used to compose “Do not go gentle into that good night.” And do you know what this poet’s name was and how he passed? Yep…you guessed it. Dylan Thomas who died (on November 9th 1953) from pneumonia and from bronchitis due to breathing too much smog.
Dylan Thomas is proof that we need to clean up our air. Go backwards into the future. Get rid of the car and learn to walk upright. Get rid of the petroleum powered tractors and regive birth to the oxen, mule, and draft horse pulled plows. Muscle power and the crudest high school physics (that was replaced by internet porn, political correctness, and science fiction dreams) is the salvation of humankind. But I digress. I'll step off my soapbox and crawl back into the construction of a villanelle.
Dylan Thomas is proof that we need to clean up our air. Go backwards into the future. Get rid of the car and learn to walk upright. Get rid of the petroleum powered tractors and regive birth to the oxen, mule, and draft horse pulled plows. Muscle power and the crudest high school physics (that was replaced by internet porn, political correctness, and science fiction dreams) is the salvation of humankind. But I digress. I'll step off my soapbox and crawl back into the construction of a villanelle.
As you can see below, the form is not as difficult as the name “villanelle” could suggest. The form is similar to the pantoum in that it employs repeating lines and it is also similar to the triolet, because it has parent and children rhyming lines. The easiest part is that all you need do is compose 13 original lines with, more or less, ten equal syllabic counts.
1) Workers are slaves to the tocking clock — (A1) refrain
2) They moil without rest for a single bill — (a) line rhyme
3) ‘cause a business man rules the weight of your sock — (A2) refrain
4) A penny for the broke, down at the dock — (a) line rhyme
5) one forward, ten back is a chocking pill — (b) line rhyme
6) Workers are slaves to the tocking clock — (A1) refrain line
7) Merchants hoard your wealth under a lock— (a) line rhyme
8) and key; this secret hides under the sill— (b) line rhyme
9) ‘cause a business man rules the weight of your sock — (A2) refrain line
10) A man broken by years of laboring a block— (a) line rhyme
11) is crushed with no reward, makes him ill— (b) line rhyme
12) Workers are slaves to the tocking clock — (A1) refrain line
13) Shivering alone, the rich fear to talk— (a) line rhyme
14) Afraid the poor will pull the trigger to kill— (b) line rhyme
15) ‘cause a business man rules the weight of your sock — (A2) refrain line
16) A firstborn puts a father’s glock up for hock— (a) line rhyme
17) toiling past dusk, his labor is worth nil— (b) line rhyme
18) ‘cause a business man rules the weight of your sock — (A2) refrain line
19) Workers are slaves to the tocking clock — (A1) refrain line
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