- In the Mersey is an angel who is twisting to her beat.
- Blown far off heaven’s dance floor, all his holy plans awry,
- the angel arches, smiles and twisting, feels the sun beneath his feet.
- Her jilted history knocked and settling into awful grim defeat,
- the river lashes hard on northern shores to stick and stay.
- In the Mersey is an angel who is twisting to her beat.
- The Mersey’s bitter kiss holds men to anchor in the deep,
- she calls them home but falsely with her widow’s waves of grey.
- The angel arches, smiles and twisting, feels the sun beneath his feet.
- So many ardent loves have lost their head to her entreat,
- and lately found, they stiffly swim their honey’s moon away.
- In the Mersey is an angel who is twisting to her beat.
- As the angel dips his blessed arms, to caress her winter sweet,
- she rains her blows and wraps her sturdy thighs about his waist;
- the angel arches, smiles and twisting, feels the sun beneath his feet.
- And still cursing broken promises, she leans into his weight
- as Liver birds look discreetly on, to flit another day.
- In the Mersey is an angel who is twisting to her beat;
- the angel arches, smiles and twisting, feels the sun beneath his feet.
aplaceforpoetry 
Good heavens! It is an actual villanelle! You even have the refrains and repeating lines, if i am not mistaken, all in the correct spots. Wow! I am impressed.
The poem itself is, of course, lovely…brilliant even. I am going to have to think about it a lot more (and probably nag you in an email) to understand it. But it is deliciously complex with levels of meaning and suggestion. I love it! Thank you so much!
Email away, John 🙂
I tried a villanelle once…not sure where I’ve placed it.
You make it look so easy.
Angels need love too.
Of course they do, and so do rivers.
awesome. nothing better than a superb work of art, love-ingly crafted! thank you for sharing!