Home By Christmas

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Home By Christmas

I fear I let my feelings rule my head,
that you would have no trouble getting leave.
You would be home by Christmas as they said.

All through the Autumn, sleeping cold in bed,
I dreamt of all our marriage would achieve.
I fear I let my feelings rule my head.

Not since the day that both of us were wed
had we missed carols, sung that holy eve.
You would be home by Christmas as they said.

Yet, as the letters came, all proudly read,
your tales of valour soon made me believe.
I fear I let my feelings rule my head.

Friends home on leave said you had taken lead -
only wounded, it hardly tore your sleeve.
You would be home by Christmas as they said.

The truth was that my husband, dear, was dead -
his body boxed and sent back, I could grieve.
I fear I let my feelings rule my head,
you would be home by Christmas as they said.

 

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Ian Whiteley

Wed 21st May 2014 14:28

made the changes as you've suggested guys - thanks very much for the feedback - posted more to your own profile pages :-)

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 16th May 2014 21:24


Ian,
effective tragic use of the Villanelle,
(perfectly matched by the picture) Regarding John`s comment can only think of something like `home-bound`.

(And think it might be sadder if the last stanza was also addressed to the now dead husband)

Could be a goer for the Wilfred Owen thing.



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John Coopey

Wed 14th May 2014 23:32

Really good villanelle, Ian. The repetitions drop in perfectly with the sense of the poem.
I find the rhythm of "returned" a bit of a hiccup.

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