Kyllorac said 'write a villanelle about pants'. I did. Ish.
Your jeans were as blue as the sky in October.
You brought me flowers, put them in my hair;
I wore them like a badge, like a banner.
You shoved me into the lake, burst into laughter,
so I pulled you down with me, as was only fair.
Your jeans were as blue as the sky in October;
the wind curled at our ankles, sneaked under
our clothes, which dripped a tiny song into the air.
I wore them like a badge, like a banner.
I said I was glad to know you, and told you later
that I thought that, as once poetically said Claire,
your jeans were as blue as the sky in October.
It was silly, perhaps, but true. You kissed me after,
said you loved my smiles, asked if I had one to spare;
I wore them like a badge, like a banner,
and of course I said yes I do and I remember
that every grin then was a promise, every look a dare.
Your jeans were as blue as the sky in October:
I wore them like a badge, like a banner.
