Underneath a quixotic, pale moonlight,
Are God's wonderful, human creations;
We hear echoes and murmurings at night.
Mischievous guys planned they would meet tonight,
Some pretty gals who've shown hesitations;
Underneath a quixotic, pale moonlight.
Lovers walking in the beach, hands clasped tight,
Whispering sweet nothings and revelations;
We hear echoes and murmurings at night.
Children playing hide and seek, what a sight,
Mocking with glee, much anticipations;
Underneath a quixotic, pale moonlight.
Husband and wife banter in trivial fights,
Laughing, snuggling after such orations;
We hear echoes and murmurings at night.
And I would share with my own valiant knight,
Such bliss counting stars' constellations,
Underneath a quixotic, pale moonlight;
We hear echoes and murmurings at night.
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About the poem:
This is a Villanelle, a fixed 19 line form. Six stanzas. It repeats lines in a set pattern and has only two ryhmes. The rhyme scheme is aba, aba, aba, aba, aba, abaa. Line 1 repeats in line 6, 12, 18 and Line 3 repeats in lines 9, 15, 19.
Quite a challenging and an enjoyable way of writing a poem...though this piece is my first attempt.... :)
Written for One Single Impression (Prompt: Murmur)
