Villanelle Poem – Four Girls

Four girls dancing on a sheep’s knuckle bone
An umbrella of fog thick as oil
Twirling beneath the moon’s silvery tone

Their union a mixture of locks and lace
Tornadoing through haystack and soil
Four girls dancing on a sheep’s knuckle bone

As if by code their bodies embrace
Splitting then uniting back to a coil
Twirling beneath the moon’s silvery tone

The tang of rain maps the watering place
The atmosphere ripe with foil
Four girls dancing on a sheep’s knuckle bone

Yucatan flourishes upon each face
Migrants overcome with roil*
Twirling beneath the moon’s silvery tone

Their heels blasting the field with bass
Each chassis meandering down to its moyle*
Four girls dancing on a sheep’s knuckle bone
Twirling beneath the moon’s silvery tone

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Per definition of The American Heritage Dictionary:
* roil – to be in a state of turbulence or agitation
* moyle – a kind of high shoe anciently worn

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