Poem of the Day #11

Dear Sestina:

You've taught  me that I can write your obsessive, graceful form again when I thought all was lost. You've taught me patience, endurance, silliness and a longing for you like a forbidden relationship. You are a "high" for a woman of letters, a nourishment, a secret code of numbers, a troubadour club of the few who practice this art. A seven sestina sisterhood. Circular flames enfolding, give me permission to remember, to write about those guarded fears as you slowly pull them out of me. I am not alone. I promise to come out and play with you more often.

Verty truly yours,

    Jules

Written for the end of our sestina class.
Photo: Arnaut Daniel - the first sestina troubadour.