Villanelle

A hefty sum was paid for such small things 

A vendor’s credit cracks when his lot’s sold

It was then I learned that this love has strings 

In bargain, as ants, with a tyrant king

He offers kind chains for my slavish soul

A hefty sum was paid for such small things 

When radiant kisses wound wax-craft wings

Tell me what, if any, knot could this hold 

It was then I learned that this love has strings 

In his arms, she ignores his clock-punch stings 

And strokes his coal hair, tucked in velvet fold

A hefty sum was paid for such small things 

When eternity breaks off her rings

A tree ungrown, the promise yarn unrolled 

It was then I learned that this love has strings 

In table worship, oh how the table sings

Talk breaks the cheerful diners many-souled 

A hefty sum was paid for such small things 

It was then I learned that this love has strings 

About the Author

Laurel Marchaven is a sophomore Communications Major at Eastern University. She loves poetry, strangely-shaped teapots, and hoarding notebooks like a dragon.

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