“Bridge May Be Icy,” by Larry O. Dean
Apr 20th, 2015 | By Defenestration
Bridge may be icy, or not.
Its reputation for iciness is renowned
but don’t get your hopes up
if you’re an ice aficionado
and its slipperiness is nil.
Bridge may be icy, or not.
Its reputation for iciness is renowned
but don’t get your hopes up
if you’re an ice aficionado
and its slipperiness is nil.
How to write a villanelle
Think of yourself as a DJ remixing a sample.
Try to find a rhyme scheme that won’t get grotesque.
This particular piece is a bad example.
The world is the size of an index card now,
accessible all at one touch.
I never did love the knife.
Just once I felt his dull
serrations. It wasn’t his fault.
He didn’t intend to cut me.
But after that, his very weight
against me made me cringe.
Twenty-two firefighters labored to deliver you,
yours a different kind of fire.