A Dual Villanelle Journey Through the Allure and Peril Hidden in Temptation’s Sweet Embrace.
Introduction
Intrigued by the challenge of intertwining narratives within a structured poetic form, I embarked on the creative journey of crafting a double villanelle.
Herein lies a dance of deceit and desire, where two villanelles converse in the language of temptation and peril. The mirrored refrains serve as echoes of the duality between allure and the risks that shadow indulgence, painting a tale of two voices ensnared in the web of seduction.
This composition stands as a testament to the exploration of form and theme, a dialogue between the seen and the unseen, the eater and the eaten.
The Eater’s Lament
Beneath the crimson drip, a secret lies,
The gleaming cherries tempt with sweetened guise,
Enticed by such a sumptuous prize.
With every taste, a part of reason dies,
To sate a hunger that forever vies,
Beneath the crimson drip, a secret lies.
Within the taste, a shadow defies,
Though warnings whisper, caution it belies,
Enticed by such a sumptuous prize.
A glossy sheen that’s smooth to touch,
A veil that masks the bitterness within,
Enticed by such a sumptuous prize.
The sweetness lulls, I lean on such,
The cherries’ cheer, a hidden sheath,
Beneath the crimson drip, a secret lies.
A bite too far, now in its clutch,
The truth unveiled, a thorny wreath,
Enticed by such a sumptuous prize.
The final truth, too much to clutch,
A bitter core that lies within,
Beneath the crimson drip, a secret lies,
Enticed by such a sumptuous prize.
The Treat’s Confession
Beneath the crimson drip, a secret lies,
A lure of darkness in a sweet disguise,
I am the feast that silently spies.
You come to me with hungry eyes,
Unknowing that each cherry defies,
Beneath the crimson drip, a secret lies.
I draw you in, your will complies,
In every bite, your sense unties,
I am the feast that silently spies.
I stand adorned in sugared lies,
To hide the darkness that I keep,
I am the feast that silently spies.
An artful poison in disguise,
A trap set deep, a fateful leap,
Beneath the crimson drip, a secret lies.
Come closer, hear my silent cries,
In every layer, secrets seep,
I am the feast that silently spies.
Your final gasp as time denies,
The sweet descent into the deep,
Beneath the crimson drip, a secret lies,
I am the feast that silently spies.
© Eric Montgomery 29-March-2024