Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Musical Poetry, Ft. Magpie 48

Hey Internets.

So Magpie Tales (http://magpietales.blogspot.com/)  is a blog that updates about once a week with a photography prompt with which you are to base your poetry off of. This week's photo is of some sheet music, so in addition to today's poem being inspired (abet, it turns out, loosely) by the photography, this week's theme gets to be Ballad style poetry. Ballad poems are "poems that tells a story similar to a folk tale or legend and often has a repeated refrain. A ballad is often about love and often sung. A ballad is a story in poetic form"

Oh snap, diving deep in uncharted waters this week! I am probably only going to have one of these for each post this week since they are a bit longer than what I did last week with the ABC poems. But maybe I will feel some inspiration later on in the week...but probably not.


“Fold and Flow”

Oh Albatross, oh Albatross, why are thou so sad?
The darling dear just sat and stared and naught a word said she.

Oh, listen to the wind sing it's slippy song.
Beneath, the sea's swishing abounds, turning it's own tables
working nightclub DJ rounds
Oh, listen to the grass whistles it's tune of summer dear.
And in the darkness you can hear the stars ringing loud, clear.

Oh Albatross, oh Albatross can't you hear the sounds?
Come here little dear and listen to the symphony that is happening all around.
The world is not a place a fear, nor a place of harm, but a cozy blanket built of sound.

Oh, listen to the wind sing it's slippy song.
Beneath, the sea's swishing abounds, turning it's own tables
working nightclub DJ rounds
Oh, listen to the grass whistles it's tune of summer dear.
And in the darkness you can hear the stars ringing loud, clear.

Oh Albatross, oh Albatross, is that a bit of a smile that I see?
I am glad you are at the very least trying to humor me.
Yet that is not the point you see.
I am just attempting to find ways to make you happy.

Oh, listen to the wind sing it's slippy song.
Beneath, the sea's swishing abounds, turning it's own tables
working nightclub DJ rounds
Oh, listen to the grass whistles it's tune of summer dear.
And in the darkness you can hear the stars ringing loud, clear.

Oh Albatross, oh Albatross, wont you come and follow me?
We can find ways to relax your mind, and maybe set your soul free.
You are not yet dead my little Albatross, the goddess of death does not yet own you.
Come along, come along, before your heart does freeze.
Staying here is not any good for you, or me, but I will if you make me.

7 comments:

Sioux Roslawski said...

I liked the line about the wind's "slippery song." A great image.

Tess Kincaid said...

Albatross is such a great subject. Well done.

JeffScape said...

Albatross, literal, is sad because it sucks at landing.

Albatross, figurative, is sad because it has two left feet.

Very nice.

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

brilliant ...

Maggie said...

Wonderful.

Oh Albatross, Albatross.

Catchy.

Suko said...

Very creative response to the prompt! Love it!

Tumblewords: said...

Nice style - I like the imagery and rhythm!

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