Hi: I'm new to this forum. I've been wanting to try a villanelle for quite a while now, so I've taken this opportunity to post one. I trust you will show me the error of my ways.
Faith
While golden threads were spun around his head
he whirled the glittering drips of moistened souls.
Not one of them acknowledged they were dead
All concerns he had for them were said
in flying fingers weaving out their roles
while golden threads were spun around his head.
His virtues swirled a vortex as it spread
among the eager throng. Beyond control,
not one of them acknowledged they were dead.
And yet they’d left their work for daily bread,
with homes and love and children warm with goals
while golden threads were spun around his head.
Fulfilled with promise, like a spool of thread
across a chop of icy barren floes
not one of them acknowledged they were dead
And they were sucked into the need to wed
a protector who reached beyond life’s shoals
while golden threads were spun around his head
If they believed whereto his promise led
their hearts could claim a space upon his scrolls
while golden threads were spun around his head.
Not one of them acknowledged they were dead.
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