Yule Angst – A Villanelle Song by Kmt47 feat RedCat, 19 December


Is there reason to be jolly
Will my love kiss me tomorrow
Wake me from this melancholy

Feeling only pain and colly
Fading like an old, old photo
There’s no reason to be jolly

Brain is treacle slow and foggy
No hope left it’s all a dumb show
Shake me from this melancholy

Bring me back to happy folly
Lead me to above the rainbow
Teach me reasons to be jolly

Read me from your book of stories
Take me to the patch of willow
Break me from this melancholy

Let’s lay down beneath the holly
Touch until we’re breathless, aglow
There is reason to be jolly
Woken from this melancholy


Inspired by music made by Kmt47. I have tried lyrics before, but never felt it work. This time the music gave me rhythm and melody. The words slotted into place, one by one, for each read through. And the music changed after the words where added. Haven’t sung in years, so it was a bit nerv wrecking.

Together we poured all the angst this year had into one strange, haunting techno song.

Written for the last dVerse prompt of the year – MTB: endings / beginnings.
There where a seasonal buffet of five delicious (though low-fat) things about about endings:
(for full descriptions see the prompt)

  1. how and where to end that line 
  2. endings as quotations like The Golden Shovel form – where one poem quotes another 
  3. endings and beginnings – verse forms that loop and repeat (dVerse Vilanelle)
  4. underlining your endings, and
  5. surprise endings.

Since I recently done two Golden Shovel poems. I choose number 3. I love repating, looping forms. I decided to try a new one a Villanelle.

A Villanelle has 19 lines – 5 three line stanzas (tercets) and a final four line stanza (quatrain). It has a definite rhyme and repeating structure. And thanks to the dVerse explaination I finally understood something about denoting poetic structures.

1b2 ab1 ab2 ab1 ab2 ab12 equals A1bA1 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2

Looks like a strange equation :-)

It means the first five stanzas rhyme aba, the last abaa. The lines denoted with a capital letter are repeated verbatim. You’ll notice I break this in my song and change the lines slightly. I did that after singing it for the first time realizing it would be better to suit the lines to the change going on.

Photo by Aakash Sethi from Pexels

Gothic Christmas Carol – 16 December


The Yule three stood there beaming in candlelight
Next to the altar of family ancestors
To ward off malevolent spirits of Midwinter night
To let no old wounds, sore or fester

This old blue-blooded family need it you’ll see
They suffer the faith of inherited sin
To ward off the ancient scrolls poverty prophecy
Two great-great-great aunts trapped the spirit of a djinn

The bound it within a flawless stone
Thinking nothing how it would affect nearby senses
To forevermore by the family heir to be worn
To grow with whispers of gory death, unthinkable offences


The family prospered and notoriety gained
The women wore fine jewels around melancholic, hysterical throats
The wealth, standing always tempered by a crazy stain
The men sowing madness hexed wild oats

The Djinn constant influence made it so
Their minds slowly cracked and shattered
Together with wealth and fame, their insanity grow
The family’s cursed herd, each generation, culled by a third 

Today’s there’s only one daughter of the clan
Tearing her hair, tears on her face, vowing to poverty agree
Talking loudly, all alone, about the touch of a man
Bring me a man, to fan my loins fire, and I will set you free


The Djinn told her to put the stone in smithy’s furnace heat
To see the castle gates securely barred
Then go, unlace, lay naked beneath the sheets
The stone exploded in flaming shards, setting fire to the yard

The stable-hand woke at the bang with a start
Eyes gleaming red with revenge fire
Never before eldritch lusts felt in his heart
He would be the new tyrant squire

She’d often dreamt, herself intertwined with the stable-boy in the hay
Sometimes, she’d even imagine him giving her spanks and lashes
Now possessed by the Djinn, he took her in every unimaginable way
Fulfilling every dark twisted fantasy, as everything burnt to ashes


Photo by Markus Spiske from Pexels

Written for Poetics – Exploring Gothic as a Literary Genre (Step into the realm with me) over at dVerse. Go and read the prompt. It contains lovely Gothic poems and an overview of the genre.

It took some thinking, and a night of dreaming, until I found my way back to that inglenook and one of those forbidden poems.

“The elements of Gothic Literature include, setting in a castle, an atmosphere of mystery and suspense, high and even over-wrought emotion. An ancient prophecy which is connected with either the former or present inhabitants of the castle. Omens, portents and visions. Women in distress and last and but not the least, supernatural or otherwise inexplicable events which take place in the duration of the novel.”

Marcel Rieder (1862-1942)

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