a bad villanelle
The modern nineteen-line dual-refrain form of the villanelle derives from nineteenth-century admiration of the only Renaissance poem in that form: a poem about a turtledove by Jean Passerat (15341602) titled "Villanelle.-Wikipedia
You took my cheap and tawdry love
With all its trick-or-treat and burnt-out shine
Though it was nothing like a poem about a turtledove.
Stored it in your deepest pocket like an extra glove
You had your own, and still you wanted mine -
You wore, all winter long, my cheap and tawdry love.
Dross learned to think itself true gold, and who could prove
The metal false, when it felt genuine
And pure, just like a poem about a turtledove.
An unexpected sky spread out above
Complete with moon and stars in new align
The night was always kinder to my cheap and tawdry love.
There's always someone waiting to remove
The shifty mystery of water-into-wine
So much less truthful than a poem about a turtledove.
I never blamed or wondered at y