Virtuosity of “Une Belle Dame sans Merci”

This poem appears in Frog Croon, Literary Anthology, Issue 3. Please click here to see the rest of the issue.

Ruby mouth and sapphire eyes,
Their faces drink in every move,
Training helps her improvise,
Daring some to disapprove.

Their faces drink in every move,
Her satin virtuosity
Daring some to disapprove
Her lies of reciprocity.

Her satin virtuosity
Hidden in the mask’s cracked groove,
Her lies of reciprocity,
She has nothing left to prove.

Hidden in the mask’s cracked groove
A tender heart filled with fear,
She has nothing left to prove,
Facing herself, her last frontier.

A tender heart filled with fear,
Training helps her improvise,
Facing herself, her last frontier
Ruby mouth and sapphire eyes.

A pantoum for One Shot Wednesday, a place to share your poems

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24 thoughts on “Virtuosity of “Une Belle Dame sans Merci”

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  2. I am not familiar at all with villanelle, but you give it such elegance here.

    She’s emptied of life and faces her internal mirror?

    Lady Nyo

  3. sauntering in satin, wait just wait
    the huntress dangles her made up bait
    hoping the fool will bite and swallow
    only echos heard from a cave so hollow
    but no fulfillment will grow within
    that empty shell twixt ruse and sin

  4. interesting form – has a bit of a villanelle feeling – but is not a villanelle in the classical structure – goes very well with the words..i like how the scene develops

  5. Oh.. what a beautifully composed poem, Marousia.. I like the story that you wove with your words.. very well narrated…
    “Facing herself, her last frontier.” –that said it all… too good!
    A poignant piece.. how much can we pretend.. and to what extent after all! (sigh)

  6. What I love most about the poem is that the form only makes the trope more powerful, iteration and reiteration with meter and rhyme rehearsing the evolution of a literary figure who becomes literally human, or humane, the icy belle of the fairy-mound become the mediatrix of the great interior, that last “great frontier.” We dance with her to the truth. Excellent! – Brendan

  7. I like the form this poem has taken…I guess it was Brian who first called it a Villanelle but I agree with Claudia this is not a classic Villanele.
    It is well written and I enjoyed reading this.

  8. Dear Marousia,
    This one is a poignant piece. I believe life’s a travel and a battlefield. You explore and conquer things. Of all, you need to understand self and win over your doubts and limitations!

    I loved the flow how it started and ended with a story within..

    Hugs xx

  9. A tender heart filled with fear,
    Training helps her improvise,
    Facing herself, her last frontier
    Ruby mouth and sapphire eyes.

    I like the final touch on this and to me it becomes delicious as I found a hunger satisfied in the last line…well written, thank you.

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