As Linnets Take Wing, NaPoWriMo, Day 18

“There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.”

–W.B. Yeats, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”


Around the glimmering lake, where birds still sing,

though you’ve been gone for many a year,

I stayed and watched as linnets take wing.


Once I longed to wear your ring–

before things changed, I sought you here,

around the glimmering lake, where birds still sing,


You promised the sun, the moon, and everything.

before the bad times came and settled near,

I stayed and watched the linnets take wing.


I realize now, I was just a fling

though I thought you loved and held me dear

around the glimmering lake, the birds still sing


Here at my side, our baby did cling

without a father. She brought me untold joy and cheer–

I stayed and watched the linnets take wing.


I dreamt I was a queen and you my king,

before you sailed far from my pier

around the glimmering lake, where birds still sing,

I stayed and watched the linnets take wing.


Faye Collins, “Pine and Fog at Thirlmer”











Somewhat related to today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, I’ve stolen Jane Dougherty’s idea, so it only seemed right to base my villanelle on her beloved Yeats. In the spirit of the prompt, this one probably needs a lot of revision! 🙂

I’m also linking this to dVerse, where Sarah is hosting for the first time. She’s asked us to write an ekphrastic poem (which I’m not sure that this is)  based on the work of artist Faye Collins.

Maidens, Beware


Heinrich Vogeler Sehnsucht, Trämerei, Wikipedia

Alone, forsaken, torn, my heart

pierced with the dart

that he tossed there.

Maidens, beware.


I’m round, weary, babe not yet born,

I’ll risk their scorn.

I’ll raise you well,

though time will tell


They say I’m loose, and call me whore,

but there was more,

my little Dove–

I thought it love.


This is in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge . This week, a Minute Poem: 12 lines broken into 3 stanzas. Each stanza begins with a first line of 8 syllables, the next three lines are 4 syllables each. Rhyme scheme: aabb/ccdd/eeff

The prompt was the picture above. I don’t really think it has this feeling of despair, but I thought it had such a Victorian feel, so the woman became one of the seduced and abandoned young women of the time, pondering her fate.