Written on a rainy Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 2019, while walking in the woods near our house, remembering an event that happened in those woods, all within the confines of the "villanelle" form, with a few liberties taken in altering the last lines.
By Dorothea Barth
Walking solo, walking well
Mist inspires and trees embrace
Never fails to cast its spell
Verses gather, insights swell
Windsong serenades my face
Walking solo, walking well
Lurched at me with flasher's smell
Rapid fire, a fall from grace
Fails to cast his flasher's spell
A photo please, he reached to tell
Fight or flight from sylvan space
Fleeing solo, fleeing well
Seven sisters to repel
Their solo wanderings to displace
Newsreels cast his wanton spell
Seasons pass, insights dispel
Siren songs: Fear can't efface!
Walking solo, walking well
Never fails to cast its spell
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.