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British Summer.

By jw2089

20 June 2008

One of my friends is doing a degree in Creative Writing and she was telling me about villanelles. I was intrigued because they seemed quite fun. This is my half-hearted attempt at one. Inspired by the glorious weather

I'm reaching the end of my tether
The sky is black and pavement is damp.
God, I'm sick of this weather.

I don't enjoy the smell of wet leather.
The only light is a streetlamp.
I'm reaching the end of my tether.

I pity the birds with wet feather.
It gives me the urge to stamp.
God, I'm sick of this weather.

Though I do like the smell of cold heather.
This rain is giving me cramp.
I'm reaching the end of my tether.

I wish we were huddled together.
I am glad I am not a tramp.
God, I'm sick of this weather.

I wish we were somewhere sunny together.
With maybe a cocktail and a Tikki-Lamp.
I'm reaching the end of my tether.
God, I'm SO sick of this weather.

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Written by mia_ms_kim (951 comments posted) 20th June 2008

This made me laugh. Even I felt sick reading this, and I live in oz! (It's been raining here too, and everything is wet and damp. Not enough sun - not good for the state of mind.)

I don't know how you guys do it.

Mia :grin

Written by Brett (720 comments posted) 20th June 2008

Ah, the villanelle! One of my favourite forms.
I could grumble slightly that the metre does change from trimetre to tetrametre - but to be perfectly honest I'm just glad someone has had a go at this form.
If you are interested there are myriad forms to try, some easier than they appear, others bloody difficult, but all good fun. Try this link

http://www.volecentral.co.uk/vf/

Cheers

Extremely good . . .
Written by Katanga (1129 comments posted) 20th June 2008

. . . indeed, I think!

Not easy to pull these of as you have!

Thoroughly enjoyed!

More please!

Cheers!

John X

Written by Veronica_Milvus (591 comments posted) 20th June 2008

A form with repeating lines works well with something as tedious and predictable as the British weather. Nice job!

"I wish we were huddled together" was good!

Written by Phil (6628 comments posted) 20th June 2008

I don't know much about the form, so can't comment on that - but you put your feelings about the weather across pretty well. I agree. God, to be on a Greek island, beer in hand.

Phil

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