to
bind a villanelle All
unbraided, Kat, come tell:
the poem's short, the form's extreme,
instruct
me how to bind a villanelle! Spiked and
jaded, hair from hell,
belt and rivets, tight black jeans:
all unbraided,
Kat, come tell ere I unravel neath your
spell,
become too foolish - Kat, come clean,
instruct me how to bind a
villanelle. My fingers tremble, lace
and swell:
of all the artforms, you are queen.
All unbraided, Kat, come
tell, splice words and phrases, parallel,
lap
over, under, don't be mean -
instruct me how to bind a villanelle. Oh
my darling, let's not dwell
a moment longer on this theme:
all unbraided,
Kat, come tell,
instruct me how to bind a villanelle! Contact
Oiseau: General
Delivery, Argenta, BC, Canada, V0G 1B0
The art on this page is a detail from
the single copy book "To Bind a Villanelle," monoprint, 2005, nfs | turning
pages: on
acceptance on
Faithful and Howe quicksand song
of the misdressed the
carver this
spring's channels disconnect |
