Day 15: I tried to write the villanelle again.

I tried to write the villanelle again.

My verses got all tangled in your hair.

I have no power over this damn’d pen.

I found a rhyme to use just now but then

I thought I heard your footfall on the stair.

I tried to write the villanelle again.

This line, I thought, would preach of gods and men,                            

Except – I’m sorry, what’s that scent you wear?

I have no power over this damn’d pen.

I breathe more deeply, try to find my zen …

My thoughts keep snaking back into your snare.

I tried to write the villanelle again.

These hands rebel; they reminisce of when

Your tender lips first came into their care.

I have no power over this damn’d pen.

I thought that it was finished, cried Amen!

Alas, another interrupted prayer.

I tried to write the villanelle again.

I have no power over this damn’d pen.