A Ballad
(“A ballad /ˈbæləd/ is a form of verse, often a narrative set to music. Ballads derive from the medieval French chanson balladée or ballade, which were originally “danced songs”…Ballads are often 13 lines with an ABABBCBC form, consisting of couplets (two lines) of rhymed verse, each of 14 syllables.”) (source)
(This is one of my favorite types of poetry to read, but also the one I’ve been avoiding because it’s so hard to write [right behind sonnets, which I’m also avoiding]! Also, I chose to do the 13 line one, as opposed to other kinds.)
Reading
The scent of a story bond within tattered, yellowed pages
The silent sounds of wars and people and worlds within words
The pain and love of humans through every place and age
Shattered dreams and sharp nightmares of a reality blurred
Characters who don’t exist but who we call friends for good
The boy who lived became a wizard and overcame evil
The hobbit whose corrupt ring a fellowship onward spurred
A Belgium detective who solved grisly murders with zeal
These are the people we will remember the most until
All the books have been burned and our memories fade to dust
But until then we will read of great kings and of molehills
So pick up a book once in a while and read what you must
Or be condemned to a life of boredom and shallowness.
