Siglark

As modern men, Faith is private combat.
I’ve seen some doubt- I seen them gnash and wail,
But we’re all sensible and free from that.

You ate with us and talked God where we sat.
Not at the table; that’s beyond the pale.
As modern men, Faith is private combat.

It made you look bad- even weak at that.
Some struggle- indecisive, sad and frail
But we’re all sensible and free from that

When I spoke up, your eyes went cold and flat,
But I must as- my silence not for sale.
“As modern men, Faith is private combat?”

And when you spoke, I was a silly brat
But now I’ve changed and you shall, silent, fail
But we’re all sensible and free from that

So you conflated from a private spat
A needless battle- you did rant and rail:
As modern men, Faith is private combat.

You made me talk- you, though a little gnat,
Broke me, then told me sharply, with detail,
As modern men, Faith is private combat,
But we’re all sensible and free from that

citygirl

Wow awesome, this is a thought provoking poem, very well written and concise.....not too long, not too short, just perfect.... It flows and is easy to read, cg")

Pete_C

I think this struggles in places, as do many villanelle. The form can be quite restrictive and is given to repetition. Whilst I take my hat off to you for having a go, for me it lacked something.