"The Queen with Her Mirror" by Jennie Harbour‘Villanelle of the Wicked Queen’ by David Whippman The Society March 19, 2019 Culture, Poetry 9 Comments I am a captive of the wicked queen. My mind’s a blank; the temptress took my soul. I know too well what this desire must mean. And oh! The evil beauty I have seen. Though loving her must take a dreadful toll, I am a captive of the wicked queen. For her, I gladly make myself unclean – She’ll take my heart and leave a gaping hole – I know too well what this desire must mean. I know, as well, it’s sinful and obscene… Too late! The dice are loaded, and they roll… I am a captive of the wicked queen. She smiles at me, triumphant and serene. Her skin’s milk white, her heart’s as black as coal. I know too well what this desire must mean. What of the last inevitable scene – My blood poured in a sacrificial bowl? I am a captive of the wicked queen. I know too well what this desire must mean. David Whippman is a British poet, now retired after a career in healthcare. Over the years he’s had quite a few poems, articles and short stories published in various magazines NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Ram March 19, 2019 Lovely poem. Brings out the beauty of the villanelle very well Reply dave whippman March 21, 2019 Thanks for the feedback, Ram. Reply C.B. Anderson March 19, 2019 Sometimes narrowly-focused misogyny is justified. I often wonder how much a man would put up with for the prospect of having sex. A lot, I’m inclined to believe, and depending on the man, perhaps even the forfeiture of his immortal soul. Methinks there’s a villain lurking inside of every villanelle. Reply dave whippman March 21, 2019 Thanks for the feedback CB. When I wrote this, I was thinking on the lines of a fantasy-type scene, where the female is a sorceress or whatever; but it can indeed be taken as an allegory for how we guys make fools of ourselves when lust takes control. Reply C.B. Anderson March 21, 2019 I think “succubus” is the proper term, and I refer you to this: http://pennreview.com/2016/04/3743/ What’s a man to do? Todd Jackson March 20, 2019 Wonderful! Brava villanella! Reply dave whippman March 21, 2019 Thanks Todd, glad you liked it. Reply dave whippman March 21, 2019 Thanks Todd, glad you liked it. Reply Monty April 6, 2019 Well played, David. A challenging Form well-tackled. Nothing forced and no discipline sacrificed in order to fit the Form. A trivial query: In the 3rd line, there’s a slightly larger space between the words ‘well’ and ‘what’. I immediately assumed that it was done by accident; but then noticed the same thing occurs in the thrice repeating of the same line. I then realised that it couldn’t have been by accident. Thus, my curiosity demands that I ask you your reason for the enlargement. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.