Blue, Green, Red and Purple: Forsaken
Oh when you loved me nights were all as day..
Betty Collins writes a villanelle about the anguish and anger of an abandoned lover.
Oh when you loved me nights were all as day:
But now I wander through grim days cloud dark;
And salt tears cannot wash my grief away
As pale I huddle under cold and thin duvet
Pale fears and nightmares haunt my trembling heart:
(Oh, when you loved me nights were all as day)
For then hot passion swept the time away
Though now in slow cold dark the nights depart
And salt tears cannot wash my grief away.
Now moon-tossed shadows threaten every way
Grief rips my private and my inmost selves apart:
Oh when you loved me nights were all as day.
Ye goddesses of love or old or new I pray
Come, heed the piteous cries from my torn heart
Oh when you loved me nights were all as day:
So damn you, damn you, now you're rolling in the hay
With yet another gormless red hot tart -
Oh when you loved me, nights were all as day
And salt tears cannot wash my grief away
