It has appeal, the Villanelle;
It took me quite by storm. indeed–
I’d write one, if I thought ‘twould jell.
I’d not expect the thing to sell,
But it is far removed from greed–
It has appeal, the Villanelle;
It moves me more then I can tell–
It satisfies an inner need:
I’d write one, if I thought ‘twould jell.
A merry, gently tinkling bell
That silvers softly as I read,
It has appeal, the Villanelle.
Unique sensation, this, the spell
It casts for those who would it heed;
I’d write one, if I thought ‘twould jell.
Of all verse forms, this shall excel
As flower does the neighb’ring weed;
It has appeal, the Villanelle ,
I’d write one, if I thought ‘twould jell.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 4, 1944
