The Friday Fling Goes To Hell!
Friday Fling #249 for September 13th 2013
Last week we investigated Heaven.
This week it’s Friday the 13th and so…the other place.
What is your poetic conception or Hell?
Did you ever have an experience which made you think “this is Hell!”?
Or how about Hell as the setting for a story poem
or a reflection on the consequences of certain life actions or situations?
The ballad format might work best for any story or reflections related to Hell.
According to ShadowPoetry.com,
A ballad is a short narrative poem with stanzas of two or four lines and usually a refrain.
The story of a ballad can originate from a wide range of subject matter
but most frequently deals with folk-lore or popular legends.
They are written in straight-forward verse, seldom with detail,
but always with graphic simplicity and force.
Most ballads are suitable for singing and,
while sometimes varied in practice,
are generally written in ballad meter,
i.e., alternating lines of iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter,
with the last words of the second and fourth lines rhyming.
For our purposes, if you have trouble with meter, just do what pleases you.
Here is an example of a ballad (yours need not be this long):
The Ballad of Marian Blacktree
Refrain:
Oh, do you know the mountain road
That leads to yonder peak?
A few will walk that trail alone,
Their dreams they go to seek.
(I)
One such was Marian Blacktree,
A lowly sheperdess,
And courting her was Tom, the swain,
Who loved her nonetheless.
(II)
A thought occurred to Marian
While watching o’er her sheep,
And gazing at the mountain thus
She nodded off to sleep.
(Refrain)
(III)
That night she came to Tom and said
She longed to know the sky.
“I’m weary of this valley, love,
I want to learn to fly!”
(IV)
Poor Thomas did not want to leave,
This valley was all he knew.
So when she turned and left him there
Her heart, it broke in two.
(Refrain)
(V)
Her faithful swain did track her,
All night the trail led on,
And finally at the mountain top
He looked, but she was gone.
(VI)
As morning broke and lit the sky
An eagle he did see:
It circled ’round him thrice and cried.
He knew now she was free.
(Refrain)
Copyright © 2001 Dendrobia
This week the Friday Fling writes Hellish ballads!
Be sure to save time to read and comment warmly
about your fellow Pals’ Beelzebubbian ballads.
Then go turn Friday the 13th and the weekend following it
into something decidedly un-Hell-like!
Seems Bob Will be a bit late .. Yet will so be here .. Welcome all to ” The Friday Fling ” .. As we give thoughts to what would be like in the reams of hell .. In your own poetic way share wit us here ta nite your thoughts .. Hugzzzzzzzs now .. Thank You .. :love: :love:
A KNOCKING AT HELLS DOORS
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Oh it seems hotter than hell today
Of this I much appeal!’
All thoughts were to peel all clothe away
I think the temperature just broke the seal.
Didnt know it could get this hot on earth
In my head this did ring a bell
If this heat gets worth I may lose my hearth
And they say its ten times hotter in hell
Even now its so hot the sun burns my face
All waters are gone far from shone
Its so hot it feels like death in this place
I wipe the sweat and marched on
Made my way to the open door
Wonder to self is this what its like in hell day to day
Oh can I be so abhor
My life is so a valency
At long midnight the air may be keen
Are at the lease I would think so
I wonder if hell had a queen
Yet they be in sorrow and woe
I kin so hear laughter of wan
And hear the whip crack as a belt
I never much think I will need a fan
Oh the thoughts of the glow and missal knelt
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Written By: Bettie Davis ————————— © September 12 , 2o13