I'll Hold You Now

I was thinking the other day how much I missed writing other forms of formal poetry. The villanelle, for example, is just so much fun to compose. It's a typically light-hearted form based on repetition and I usually love writing them, but between my internship and all these sonnets, I just don't have the time to play around with other forms.

Or do I?

What's to keep us from hybridizing forms? Heck, I did it a few weeks ago with the ballad form in Rise of Ace, why can't I do it with a villanelle?


I'll Hold You Now

I wanted something beautiful to hold,
but beauty is a thing that cannot stay.
Not one of us can ever be so bold.

Oh, how I tried! A night out in the cold,
my arms around you shamed the warmth of day.
And that was something beautiful to hold.

But time is time, and time makes beauty old,
and oldness led to time you spent astray.
And stray you did. You ever were so bold.

Your throat was clay; my hands became the mold,
I shaped you still, the flush of my dismay.
And still you were, so beautiful to hold.

You, my love, are beautiful to hold.
I'll hold you now, if I may be so bold.


Man, I love how a simple comma can change the entire meaning of a line. For those of you who think punctuation's for nerds, up yours.