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Today, we discus ballads on my non-alliterated poetry Thursday.
A brief explanation originating from the information in my brain:
Ballads are a type of poem that is intended to be lyrical, a song. With this type of poem, the contents tend to be geared towards telling a story. The stanzas are four lines each (quatrains), with a typical rhyme scheme of abcb, though I’ve seen others employed in pieces. Some poets include refrains or specific syllables and meters in the lines. In the one I wrote that I chose to share, I did not do that. 🙂
The Ballad of the Underworld Queen
A young girl attended by nereids and naiads
In the absence of her mother, goddess of the harvest,
Was drawn away by a bright yellow flower
That called her name away to the darkness.
Upon picking the flower,
She found herself alone,
In an unfamiliar place,
A world made of sorrowful moans and broken bones.
Though scared, she lifted her chin
And marched further into the dark world.
The god here saw her alive beauty
And knew she didn’t belong in the underworld.
When the god of the underworld saw he couldn’t make her leave,
He offered her six pomegranate seeds.
With each one that she ate,
So sealed her fate.
After ten days, two goddesses came for the girl,
But it was ten days too late;
She was already in love.
For the gods—a final checkmate.
Each of the six seeds the girl ate
Came to represent a month with the underworld god.
The other months, it was decided she would
Roam with her mother abroad.
Many gods, goddesses, and mortals took pity on the girl,
Thinking her tricked, unaware it was her own decision.
In one fell swoop she stole a heart and half a kingdom.
Do you really think her marriage is a prison?
I based this poem off of the Greek mythology story of Hades and Persephone, the original one I remembered from when I was younger. As a huge fan of mythology, it was honestly the first thing I thought of when I decided I wanted to write a ballad, so I went with my spontaneous muse. I love spontaneously writing poetry because it never interferes with the other things I should be doing instead. (I write poetry the same way a lot of people watch YouTube. “Just one more poem…” is my version of “Just one more video…” Not that I mind my brain babies.)
Well, this got a little weird.
I’m not sorry.
Goodbye and please stick around for the inevitable entertaining future of my blog to distract you from the upcoming heat death of the universe. ❤