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A Villanelle on Inferiority – Fool’s Gold
from Anthology 2019
by Suffolk One
Villanelle on Inferiority - Fool’s Gold
Archie Gault
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Why do my eyes dress you in robes of gold? I lift your veil and underneath I find your eyeless visage shivers in the cold.
When all your beauty fits one perfect mould; unflawed, pristine, yet somehow still maligned. Why do my eyes dress you in robes of gold?
I thought once I might venture in the fold and in the unseen light I left behind your eyeless visage shivers in the cold
This mask for which your virgin soul was sold is but the sunrise of a dirty mind. Why do my eyes dress you in robes of gold?
The flowers will wilt as time turns young to old, you rot, desist, you rust, you change, unwind. Why do my eyes dress you in robes of gold? Your eyeless visage shivers in the cold.
