One Shot Wednesday

And with the form of villanelle still heavy on my mind, how could I not make one last attempt at this varied and complicated (in my mind) form.  Again, much thanks must be given to Claudia for taking the time to help me with this.  I'm hoping this attempt will prove that her assistance was both well received and ideally, put to good use!  With that being said, here's my One Shot for this week...

 August Morn

Upon fertile banks, a sweet August morn

Dancing on water so clear

Enlightenment awakes, true self is born

Dipped in the waters, tired and worn

Naked, exposed by my fear

Upon fertile banks, a sweet August morn

A blessing with sage and offering corn

Nature's bounty is ripe and near

Enlightenment awakes, true self is born

The world ripped in two, my pact is sworn

Fighting, so desperate to hear

Upon fertile banks, a sweet August morn.

Death of the old me is no cause to mourn

 I bathe in holiest tears

Enlightenment awakes, true self is born

Now old me and new are no longer torn

With submission I pull near

Upon fertile banks, a sweet August morn

Enlightenment awakes, true self is born.

Natasha Head 2011