THERE WAS NO CHOICE I HAD TO GO ALONE
(A
VILLANELLE)
By Peter Woodgate
There
was no choice I had to go alone
When
divisions in belief showed lack of care
I
grasped the words carved on those slabs of stone.
Planted
them in this head of skin and bone
Used
them as a base for daily prayer
There
was no choice I had to go alone.
To
bouts of deep regression I was prone
When
viewing scenes that looked to be unfair
I
grasped the words carved on those slabs of stone.
A
message fabricated like the tone
Caused
the bedrock fabric to tear
There
was no choice I had to go alone.
And
whilst they laughed I heard somebody groan
Would
I believe it when they said “we care”?
I
grasped the words carved on those slabs of stone
I
would not listen to their idle drone
The
credence in my heart did not compare
There
was no choice I had to go alone
I
grasped the words carved on those slabs of stone.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
A moralist! Well written, I grasp for the hidden meaning in vain, simpleton that I am.
ReplyDelete[To bouts of deep regression I was prone] surely depression would make more sense. I sense that going backwards (regression) is the key, but I fail to grasp it and yet I enjoyed it and will puzzle over it long into the night. But, it was a delight...
I think there is a deep and profound message in this poem, but alas I am too dense to grasp it. Lovely rhythm and I like the repetition of the first line which made the poem memorable. It contains a deep sense of melancholy so I guess it was written by a believer who is failing in his duty to convince others.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully poetic. Worthy of a revisit.
ReplyDeleteShelley.