Hey, this a poem I wrote inspired by everyone's favorite Weasley, trying to capture the torment he felt over the course of the series, due to being overlooked and fearing that he lost the girl of his dreams to his best friend…I like to think I did okay but I'm not used to poetry, so any critques are welcome.
It's a villanelle, so the rhyme scheme is a little weird: (refrain 1, line A, refrain 2), (line a, line b, refrain 1), (line a, line b, refrain 2), (line a, line b, refrain 1), (line a, line b, refrain 2), (line a, line b, refrain 1, refrain 2).
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Ode to a Weasley
I feel the spiders in my soul,
Quietly crawling, always scurrying;
I don't know when I will lose control.
Of my large family, I've always known
I was the least loved, yet I go on as if stone; as the years pass,
I feel the spiders in my soul.
Overshadowed by success, no matter where I go,
It always seems I am something to look past,
I don't know when I will lose control.
It kills me inside, this feeling unknown,
Consuming me, tainting everything; the knowledge that I cannot surpass.
I feel the spiders in my soul.
It takes me years to see that I've been disowned,
Family, friends, I see as if through the looking glass,
I don't know when I will lose control.
I crumble inside when I see the way she looks at him, seated upon his throne
Of deeds, pride, and character; a hero forever remembered in stain glass.
I feel the spiders in my soul.
I don't know when I will lose control.
And that's it. I hope I managed to get Ron's low self-esteem and such; he's a deeper character than some give him credit for; hopefully, this will prove them wrong.
Thanks for reading and let me know how I can improve!
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