While I'm here, more bad poetry...

Here's the latest villanelle revision (and how come not one of you pointed out that it was Leda with the swan, and not Europa?)


Leda walked along the wayside,
Wondering at the fair and fowl
Pulling feathers from her hair.

Inside her, Helen, Clytemnestra:
Smooth outside and dark within.
Leda walked along the wayside.

She lies awake upon her mattress.
It’s the smell, that dust she breathes
Pulling feathers from her hair.

Tramping slowly, gently - careful
Should her god-eggs fall and break
Leda walks along the wayside.

Helen grows up white and downy,
Standing on the walls of Troy
Pulling feathers from her hair.

Cursing Zeus, and Aphrodite
Who cast soft eyes to earth one day,
Leda walked along the wayside
Pulling feathers from her hair.