I am caught in the net of the witch queen, Insomnia,
Who spools up my sleep like a silken thread,
And all the courtiers who trail in alongside her.
Anxiety is the first of her daughters
She takes up her place at the head of the bed,
Where I lie in the net of the witch queen, Insomnia;
Anger and fear, two bedraggled camp followers,
Shadow Insomnia, mark where she treads,
And all the courtiers who trail in alongside her.
The moon shines too bright, take a cool sip of water,
Don’t fight it. Read something, a book, say, instead,
As you lie in the net of the witch queen Insomnia.
I take note of the breath of the night time wanderers,
And the unsteady beat of Insomnia’s tread,
And all the courtiers who trail in alongside her.
The moon rolls on its way, past the wakening stars,
Sleep slips away until night time has sped,
I am caught in the net of the witch queen, Insomnia,
And all the courtiers who trail in alongside her.
This is for Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange. She hasn’t revealed the artist yet – that’s a surprise for next week. I’ve chosen a villanelle, which is curious, because I’ve just been over there and looked at the pingbacks and there’s another villanelle in there. It’s not the most obvious form to pick, so I wonder if there’s something about the picture? Anyway, it’s worth popping over there and checking out the contributions.
And I’ve just finished a villanelle for the Secret Keeper’s challenge. I think we’re just masochists. You’ve captured the dreamlike quality of the painting here. Nice one.
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Very bad nights sleep last night…
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Your brain will be floating today then š
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The words float like the woman in the image — solid yet ethereal. Hope you get some sleep tonight.
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Thank you! (So do I!)
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I also like your refrain…the blue of insomnia beautifully presented…
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Thank you!
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Another in-between stage. She does seem to be caught somewhere insubstantial…(K)
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I love the poem and the painting. How to sleep with all the time and feeling in your head: anxiety, anger, fear. You are bewitched by activity.You need to drop dead. It is difficult to die, but the fear keeps one alive. Picasso choses blue in his portrait on depression. I suppose blue is a little brighter than black, with a little light to feel the way, on her outstretched arms. A bit blurry, perhaps, and fear of falling, despite the non shinny stars.
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Thank you. I thought the villanelle repetition would work well in a piece about insomnia.
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True, it is the desire to sleep that contributes to insomnia.
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