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Villanelle by New England Poet Gawaine Ross

 

How Love Shatters

 

It was way too early for me to move in,

But love conquers all, or so the poets say,

But nothing could prepare me for the javelin.

 

At first it was an electric lusty heaven,

We were so in love our words could not convey

The trouble that was hiding there like a javelin.

 

Loving she was, and so very feminine,

But every day she dragged me to AA,

She could be sharp, like the head of a javelin.

 

Soon I knew what fear was, and the anger therein,

She simply could not trust me, even though I prayed

And assured her I was faithful, she raised the javelin.

 

Nothing was enough for her, her demands had no end,

I was driving into breakdown, an auto-da-fey,

And on a fateful day, I ran into the javelin.

 

And after all the surgery, paranoia set in,

She destroyed our trust, both night and day,

I wept and wept,  the tears falling from my chin,

It was not enough for her to delay the javelin.

 

 

 

 

The Chickasaw Plum  -  Volume VI - Number 8 - August 2009

 

 

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