A villanelle in a voice

Thea

The world is old and hums with power
In many voices; I should know
I speak for all that comes to flower

I came to being in a bower
Born of the wild’s ebb and flow
The world is old and hums with power

My home a wood and not a tower
I wield no fire, bend no bow
I speak for all that comes to flower

I could not order sun or shower
But crops were mine to kill or grow
The world is old and hums with power

I feel my fate in some dark hour
What will my story have to show?
I spoke for all that comes to flower

Although I fear, I will not cower
My face shows where I chose to go
The world is old and hums with power
I spoke for all that came to flower.

About Confanity

I love the written word more than anything else I've had the chance to work with. I'm back in the States from Japan for grad school, but still studying Japanese with the hope of becoming a translator -- or writer, or even teacher -- as long as it's something language-related.
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