Cape Cod Crone Dreams On

Dear Reader:

My day job has kept me from faithful blogging, but I hope recent activities, involving a true David and Goliath fight to the finish in a drafty courtroom in New York City, will generate story ideas for years to come. For now, I'll share a poem, a villanelle, that I prepared for my writing group last month. If you've forgotten, a villanelle is a six stanza poem in which the first and last lines of the first stanza alternate as the final line of the next four stanzas, and then finish out as the last two lines of the poem. A familiar villanelle is Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night". I can't find a link between my poem and mystery writing, but figure creative writing of any kind can only help.

Daring Dreams

So long as I may still see the sun,

So long as dawn outwits despair,

My days of daring dreams aren't yet done.

The gold of life-long love may come unspun,

But should I moan that life's unfair
So long as I may still see the sun?

My steadfast faith is now on the run

But pin-prick lights can lead me where

My days of daring dreams aren't yet done.

As desperate are my wars never won,

Still, hope's thin ray burns off my care

So long as I may still see the sun.

Now old, unkempt, the young making fun,

This crone knows a truth quite rare

My days of daring dreams aren't yet done.

Last rites, and prayers, my dying now begun

Until the grave I will declare

So long as I may still see the sun

My days of daring dreams aren't yet done.