Angel's Trumpet - a Villanelle

Angels' Trumpets - 1st draft

From my window I can see the Angel's Trumpet in my neighbour's yard.

Angel’s trumpets rest by day

Benign against the red brick wall

Dreaming of past bacchanalia

While Madonna lilies stoop to pray

O’er petals lost to blustery squall

Angel’s trumpets rest by day

Blossoms in the breeze do sway

Lost in deep narcotic thrall

Dreaming of past bacchanalia

These slippered ladies hide away

Until the early nightfall

Angel’s trumpets rest by day

Decked out in nature’s negligee

Worn beneath a fluted shawl

Dreaming of past bacchanalia

Reluctantly I turn away

And close my mind to the sirens’ call

Angel’s trumpets rest by day

Dreaming of past bacchanalia

2nd draft

Angel’s trumpets rest by day

Benign against the red brick wall

Dreaming of past bacchanalia

While Madonna lilies stoop to pray

O’er petals lost to blustery squall

Angel’s trumpets rest by day

Blossoms in the breeze do sway

Lost in deep narcotic thrall

Dreaming of past bacchanalia

These slippered ladies hide away

Until the early nightfall

Angel’s trumpets rest by day

Decked out in nature’s negligee

Worn beneath a fluted shawl

Dreaming of past bacchanalia

Reluctantly I turn away

And close my mind to the sirens’ perfumed call

Angel’s trumpets rest by day

Dreaming of past bacchanalia