Village life

Vølva Vigga whooped
she had found fulfillment
in a wee wild village.

It was not ideal
there was wickedness for wit
Eager goodness was evident

Flowers bloomed potently
some wild, some tame
some ancient, some just born.

Politeness ruled mostly
Curiousness was an affliction
but just because - because.

Undercurrents are there
they exist everywhere
accept the self-administered anvil.

Vigga the Vølva in Visigoth's lands
lingers her lithe limbs
to her summer in the sun.

A stupendous study
of humanity under heedful scrutiny
watched by the weird Vølva.

An evening walk produces a Spaniard
who mixes his native Andalousian
with the foreign French tongue.

A Parisian persistent pearl
with a withering wit of Pepys
a Gallic grande old dame.

The stable ladies of gossip
sit and gawk at life passing
but they have seen so much.

Mellowing with their musings
a visiting Visigoth Vølva mutters
her hello: they respond graciously.

Another is germane Germanic
if he speaks it is only in Gallic
he resembles a faraway friend.

The village is getting ready
for the fourteenth of festivities
so the square shifts to prytaneum.

The Vølva wonders vicariously
if she should partake in the fete,
is it only for its illusory inhabitants?

So she will ask her natural neighbours
whether they shall try their palates
on the eve of the oppidan enjoyment.

A healthy hanging beautiful basket
of red and white flowers tended for
had disappeared from its place.

The Vølva was immensely saddened
because stealing a blossom seems
a purposeless act and yet

perhaps this flower brought happiness
to a granny, a mother, a friend
even though it was physically plundered.

Troubles as we enter the freedom week
the fourteenth of July - bloody - one time
reddening again another acute age.

Loss swallowed- plant replaced
by kindness of kindred spirits
a neighbourly knightly deed.

What more could one wish for - kindness
gentleness with colour of humanism
thrown in for good measure.

Village life found the Visigoth Vølva
equalized to the tender time of studying
delving in the daunting dorm.

In and out of each others lives
on good days and on bad days
following the flow of fleeting time.

The mayor's speech brought forth
a great grasp of histrionic hail
in toto it will be quietly told

The day of the Bastille was important
because the subjects of the king
became the citizens of the land.

A lesson relearned in a little village
wound up the essential meaning of it all.
We can all learn from "the village".