They lived for art and love and died quite young
He painted abstracts and she tried to dance
A friend wrote all about them in a song.

Torn splattered pictures that did not belong
to any school – some thought them an advance
They lived for art and love and died quite young

She moved in beauty but her steps were wrong.
No choreographer would take the chance
A friend wrote all about them in a song

In passing, he wrote poems that are among
the best we have – you’d know them at a glance
They lived for art and love and died quite young

Her witty memoirs some think over-long
but value for their air of sad romance
A friend wrote all about them in a song

Their work has lived. Their lives did not belong
among us. And their memory enchants.
They lived for art and love and died quite young
A friend wrote all about them in a song.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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2 Responses to

  1. lnhammer says:

    I take it you’ve gotten the rhythm stuck in the system?

    —L.

  2. i_kender says:

    Ah I do so love villanelles… so spill it then, who’s this based on?

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