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Hurricane Maria, Puerto Rican Villanelle
by Kristina Woodhillthe Puerto Rican sun is dipping low
old palm trees waving frantically with fright
the ship of hope has sailed with dreams in tow
on playas played the games that sands bestow
as wild Maria danced, San Juan in sight
the Puerto Rican sun is dipping low
a breath became a breeze, exhaled sorrow
Maria's eye a wide, stark staring might
the ship of hope has sailed with dreams in tow
frail sea shells cracked, soon felt each pelting blow
El Morro stood its ground, a castle's right
the Puerto Rican sun is dipping low
a people soon awash, all space aflow
no hand holds left to moor this losing fight
the ship of hope has sailed with dreams in tow
flamboyant flowers strewn across each bow
a smear of red protests the coming night
the Puerto Rican sun is dipping low
their ship of hope has sailed with dreams in tow
10/02/2017 Author's Note: Prompt at our last meet-up was to write about hopes and dreams. The villanelle form seems somewhat haunting to me in its repetition of lines. I thought it worked well for this event.
Posted on 10/02/2017
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 10/05/17 at 02:44 AM This is fsbulous, Kristina. Villanelle was as perfect choice. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/20/17 at 12:14 AM I agree that the villanelle form worked perfectly here. You capture the tragic fortunes of this proud people and their beloved island. Thanks for a poem both lovely and sad. Beautifully done Kris. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/24/18 at 01:53 AM I think what has happened after this last storm is really wrong |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/24/18 at 01:54 AM I think what has happened after this last storm is really wrong |
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