Thursday, December 6, 2007

Windy Hill Villanelle

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Windy Hill Villanelle
FIRST PLACE, MAY 8, 1998

Wild blueberries grow by the sunswept sea,

plump, sunwarmed, Cape berries of indigo,

on Windy Hill, a special place for me.


From there I can see the white beach clearly -

feel wind, hear waves pounding, watch the tide flow.

Wild blueberries grow by the sunswept sea.


One day, my favorite man came with me.

I stammered and forgot things that I know

on Windy Hill, a special place for me.


My heart beat loud as the throb of the sea

when he said, “You’re shy as a wildwood doe.”

Wild blueberries grow by the sunswept sea.


It is where he first told me he loved me.

“I love you,” he said, “I won’t let you go,”

on Windy Hill, a special place for me.


A Windy Hill kiss tastes of blueberry.
We kissed carefully, our mouths indigo.

Wild blueberries grow by the sunswept sea

on Windy Hill, a special place for me,

by Elizabeth Southwood, May 1997

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