This Making Manifest study has me combing my blog for poetry attempts, and I ran across this villanelle (my first and quite possibly my last) written in response to a December 2011 poetry prompt issued by The High Calling and Tweetspeak Poetry. I wrote it a month after my mother died, and it seems right to revisit it as a belated Mother’s Day remembrance.
To My Mother: A Villanelle
I held you captive in my sight
while evil fingers burrowed deep, and
I heard you crying in the night.
While you focused on the light
and pumpkin-apple deer stood watch
I held you captive in my sight.
I gathered words and tried to write
of memories and times gone by
to hold you captive in my sight.
Your body spent, His timing right
and just before the snow fell soft,
I heard you silent in the night.
You transcribed life and fought the fight
then shook and snapped the earthly chains
that held you captive in my sight.
I hear you laughing in the night.
In the stillness,