Village Well

They whisper by the village well,
petticoats trailing on the ground,
she caught the black night as it fell.

She wove raindrops into her spell,
peacocks spread wings, whirled around,
they whisper by the village well.

Cracked open the full moon’s shell,
silver ripped, dark soul unbound,
she caught the black night as it fell.

Soft echoes of the temple bell,
strung garlands through their ancient sound,
they whisper by the village well.

She knew the stars, she could foretell,
when rivers smiled, when grey clouds frowned,
she caught the black night as it fell.

Ebony eyes where spirits dwell,
still shining when her head was found,
they whisper by the village well,
she caught the black night as it fell.

19/6/15: Linked to Dverse Poets
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43 thoughts on “Village Well

  1. Nice form.
    She caught the black night as it fell is a great repeating line.
    Yikes on losing ones head though,
    that will def set the neighbors to talking (by the well)

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  2. Are you serious with this?! You are really such a great writer. I enjoy my visits here immensely. Your opening and closing stanzas are particularly gripping.

    Why are villagers typically so dead-set on destroying all the most interesting women? This is why I’d rather not live in a village. But you know, we all need water and such.

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  3. You’ve chosen a perfect refraining lines for your vilanelle as it works so really well throughtout the entire piece. Your theme is rather intriguing but fits well to the form, plus kudos for the effortless rhymes. Well done!

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  4. This is an enchanting read. Lovely flow and pacing throughout. The final “she caught the black night as it fell,” has twice the impact. Well done. Thanks for sharing!

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  5. Wall flowers of dark brown eyes.. see only gray of love
    in black sparks.. where eyes of passion and love
    do flow among the wanted toys of boys and girls
    of light.. oh.. the hope is love.. the story is kind
    to never give up.. to courage.. love..
    to reach out and be
    alive.. a flower
    of wall..
    blooms
    dance toGetHeR..:)

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