We’ve been doing a lot of interesting structural poems in class. Here’s my first attempt at writing a villanelle. Don’t ask me what it means.

My face becomes the moon
In velvet, I loom

Light splintered in this dark room
Stardust on an old tomb

Galaxies make me swoon
A blue black gradient
Heartbeats attune

In the shadow of June
A child sleeping in her womb

I am not immune to
Beauty attune

Heart like a balloon
Interrupted before noon
Our minds raging monsoons


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