Rallentanda
Thursday, February 9, 2012
For The Weekend
Ballade for Bluette
running round at frantic pace
young unthinking energetic
the world is you, hare in the race
partying good times frenetic
burning the candle pathetic
believing all sweet little lies
from dream boat blokes idiotic
and time flies by and time flies by
hair styles,obsession with one's face
painted rouged frizzed like a sputnik
looked like something from outer space
dressed to kill,ha,what a nudnik
frivolous vain awfully thick
believing,trying to form ties
to gorgeous bad guys despotic
and time flies by and time flies by
she was a desperate sad case
sought refuge in sex and hit drink
did drugs,hung on by a shoe lace
she was certainly no one's pick
a magnet for every smart prick
despair suffering such sad sighs
awaiting the next bag of tricks
and time flies by and time flies by
she wants to give her life the flick
she needs to steer clear of the highs
so she marries a country hick
and time flies by and tme flies by
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Enjoyed your poem very much. It's easy to see after reading these today why Chaucer liked the form because it so naturally transports a story. Each stanza so well transitions it through time as you have done here carried off by your excellent refrain line.
ReplyDeleteYour rhyme schemes were perfect. The only place you strayed from the rigid formal form is that you did not stay true to the same three rhymes throughout. Nevertheless, in this week's article we are talking about taking the form and making it your own which you certainly did here. I think you should be quite pleased with this achievement bridging the formal French court poem to the story of a modern woman.
Well done.
Gay
Clever take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteSad but honest with great imagery!
Thanks Ella and Gay.
ReplyDeleteHa..trust me to make this form my own without meaning to...I did not realise you had to do the same three rhymes.. Never mind, it was fun anyway!