Underneath A Quixotic, Pale Moonlight

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)

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Also submitted to Thursday Poets Rally - Week 32