Blast From the Past

In lieu of a "typical" post, today I'd like to present you with a poem (specifically a villanelle) that I wrote in my English class last year:

Red.

Rivers flowing onward, ever more.
With the ticking of time, except when
The battery dies; misery galore.

Constant rhythm till the heart gets sore,
Thump-thump, Thump-thump, and over again;
Rivers flowing onward, ever more.

A gasp is heard; the room is crowded o’er
As moans spirit away beloved Aunt Gwen,
Her battery dies; misery galore.

A cry is heard; the room is crowded o’er
As elation greets the precious Gwen,
Rivers flowing onward, ever more.

Tiny Gwen opens the life-door
With the tumble of an aged oak, then
A battery dies; misery galore.

And so, dark, grim, figure, your quest for
Red is for naught; green comes with an Amen
Rivers flowing onward, ever more,
Though a battery dies; misery galore.

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