Villanelle for a Rotational Fall
Suddenly the grey goes down.
A thousand pounds of horseflesh land
where earth is soft and muddied brown,
and with him, helmet for a crown,
the girl’s ride strays from what was planned.
Suddenly the grey goes down
and time suspends the rider’s frown
as both meet gravity’s demand
where earth is soft and muddied brown.
Dragged under, she fights not to drown,
flings feet from stirrups to disband.
Suddenly the grey goes down
and covers her, a big white gown
of crushing weight – can lungs expand
where earth is soft and muddied brown?
But here she finds her earned renown,
for somehow she gets up to stand.
Suddenly the grey goes down
where earth is soft and muddied brown.
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Beautiful use of the form! Makes it such a compelling poem. Great choice of subject, too. Had me on the edge of my seat!
Very cinematic. You had me on the edge of my seat at the lungs expression.
Wow! Cinematic indeed. Sending this right this minute to my horsey friend. Thanks for sharing this. So much getting done here.
Chelsie, very rhythmically crafted. I really like the repeated line “where earth is soft and muddied brown.”