Creative NaBloPoMo #23: A Villanelle for a Sunday

Back to one of my favourite poetic forms today: the villanelle. For a reminder of the rules of the villanelle form, see this post.

the garden sweet as weeds pile high on path
a family, together, tends the soil;
soft lethargy the gentle aftermath.

the mother pigeon, trilling, takes a bath
splashing as she sings of love's fine toil;
the garden sweet as weeds pile high on path.

the air hums with the sound of childrens' laugh
as night demons one by one uncoil;
soft lethargy the gentle aftermath.

a luncheon made of sun and joy; half
blue cheeses, ham and waffles, and good oil
the garden sweet as weeds pile high on path.

the friction rubs of daily life are chaff
deeper truths the aches and pains can foil;
soft lethargy the gentle aftermath.

my strength, my shield, my hope, my rod, my staff,
the best and only answer to turmoil;
the garden sweet as weeds pile high on path
soft lethargy the gentle aftermath.

- Kathy, 23/11/14