T (no first name) Wignesan


Villanelle: Martin-Pecheur, The Fisher King - Poem by T (no first name) Wignesan


Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane
Darkless suns lighten not the skin in vain
Cry not « Help! » « Help! » lest you be thought insane

Stand not your ground in the land guns profane
Hark! the voice struggling through ageless pain
Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane

Think not who will keep vigil high on vane
Winds echo myriad voices with rain
Cry not « Help! » « Help! » lest you be thought insane

Seek not to proclaim your forefathers’ bane
Your pathetic looks of sufferance contain
Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane

Your life you bartered for a head sans mane
Who thought well he had everything to gain
Cry not « Help! » « Help! » lest you be thought insane

Towards which Red Star* must spirit emplane
When your King his son wishes you ordain
Walk not dark alleys nor the dim-lit lane
Cry not « Help! » « Help! » lest you be thought insane

• Martin-Pêcheur: French for « kingfisher »; here the Fisher King

* Red Star: Red dwarfs in our Milky Way where some 60 billion planets circulating them
could likely support life.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2013


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 11, 2013


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