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Killing Eve - A Villanelle

This nonsense about Killing Eve
Get on with it is what I say
I find it so hard to believe

Perhaps she flatters to deceive
She lives to fight another day
This nonsense about Killing Eve

It is a tangled web they weave
Not black or white but shades of grey
I find it so hard to believe

So surely someone can conceive
A way to bump her off today
This nonsense about Killing Eve

Call m...

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villanelleKilling Eve

My Bullet

Forgive me please, my sins, I beg, for I

Am not the glorious hero that they claim;

For I am one who dares to reason why.

 

They spoke of honour, courage, do-or-die;

They showed me how to shoot, to kill, to maim.

Forgive me please, my sins, I beg, for I

 

Am no brave lion, no matter how I try.

Returning home I feel somehow to blame,

For I am one who dares to reason why...

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Reading, Rioting and (A)rithmetic - a villanelle

 I’m interested to know what makes you tick

So tell me what you learned today, my son

Oh reading, rioting and arithmetic

 

When you go late night shopping with a brick

Can we blame too much drink or too much sun?

I’m interested to know what makes you tick

 

Somewhere along the line I missed a trick

So this is all you’ve learned – excuse the pun

Just readi...

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Relativity (m.c.escher)

Our eyeless stares, the endless stairs constrain;

Figures of proportional intention,

We blandly trudge from plane to transformed plane.

 

Warping up and wefting down in vain,

Aching for a canvas of convention,

Our eyeless stares, the endless stairs constrain.

 

Incidental in some artist’s brain;

Ageing embryos in mock pretension,

We blandly trudge from pl...

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