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This poem was my first unsuccessful attempt at writing a villanelle, partly inspired by reading (and hearing) Dylan Thomas’ Do not go gentle in that good night. I could go into detail of the structure but the link should give you the details. It’s an unsuccessful villanelle because although it follows the rhyme scheme it repeats a phrase (“don’t let it get you down”) rather than a full sentence (“don’t let it get you down” should be repeated but just on it’s own). I considered altering it to make it a proper villanelle but I liked the poem as it was. I have written a proper villanelle but I don’t particularly like it (I found it a tad cheesy).
In the Job Centre don’t let get you down.
A lifetime ago and now there’s this,
Benefit book in hand, in line with a frown.
Twenty-five years old and turning into a tragic clown;
Dreams of travel, of being far away and sunny bliss;
Instead a lonely train ride, don’t let it get you down.
On towards another strange town
All those friends back home I would miss
And now those strange statues sculpted with a frown,
Weak people perhaps would drown.
A wayward life, gone amiss
Alone again; don’t let it get you down.
Stoic through the seasons as leaves turn brown
Until the Summer, the sun offers up a kiss
Respite from life pursued with a frown.
Casual drinks with friends down the town
Those worthless feelings we should dismiss.
After today tomorrow so don’t let it get you down
There’s no need to frown.