A ballad poem because I wanted to.
Stars strain at their moorings,
Ships that pass in the night,
On vast oceans of darkness,
And a path of pale moonlight.
Above the sleeping meadows,
And the stilly mirror lake,
The tide has washed the swans ashore,
and nothing’s left awake.
Stars that ride at anchor
In the harbour of the sky,
Wait for dewy morning
And the snow white swans to fly.
The morning star has faded,
And the swans flown from the lake,
The ocean that took you away
Rolls on though my heart break.
44 thoughts on “Oceans of stars”
Ballads are always welcome!
I like them anyway 🙂
I do, too! 🙂
Oh so sad!
That’s one of the problems with ballads…
I love ballads and you are so good at them. Another beauty.
I’m pleased you like it. I have a soft spot for these sad little songs too.
Yes, there is an element of melodrama that appeals to me, and pathos, quite often. I do like a good soap opera, I think that is it.
If you take away the dramatic music, soap opera is real life for some people.
Sometimes it even has the dramatic music!
For the lucky few 🙂
As long as it isn’t played on an organ….
Or Hawaiian guitar…
Definitely not Hawaiian guitar! Or Ukulele… or Accordion.
It’s easy to turn melodrama into a comedy sketch with the right backing.
Indeed. Sometimes the right casting turns it into pure farce. Life does that to us quite often.
That’s why we all need a sense of humour 🙂
Life can teach that as well….
It’s a basic survival tactic.
Ugh, yes, that is true. I dislike it when it spills into real life, the soap operaness, and I hope for a more even existence than that for myself. Oh yes.
The house in Bordeaux is in the centre of town and we live cheek by jowl with several restaurants. Some pretty low life places. The scenes that go on in the street, couples bawling at one another, fighting, literally, the TV doesn’t have the monopoly on melodrama.
That is for sure. I am always surprised by what people will get up to, there is no end to what humans can think of, and the idea that truth is stranger than fiction, well, I endorse it.
Yet when you write about it, if it isn’t deadly boring, critics call it fantasy.
“The stilly mirror lake…” – cool image! I thoroughly enjoyed this lovely ballad poem. 🙂
Thanks Betty 🙂 I enjoy writing them 🙂
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Thanks so much, Michael 🙂
A little bit sad, but we can dream a little bit, and i love the rhyme. Have a great weekend ahead. 😉 Michael
We can always dream 🙂 Have a peaceful weekend 🙂
There is a poignancy to this. The opening line is great and really sets the scene.
Thanks Suzanne 🙂 Poems often flow from an opening line. If the first line is a good one, the rest seems to just follow naturally.
You are welcome!
Love ballads so much. You did this justice. And I grinned at the “because I wanted to” part!! Brava!
I’m glad you like it! I love ballads too 🙂
I really do and there are not enough modern ballads aside terrible songs and duets. 😉 That’s a thought. You would be highly original if your first book of poetry were a collect of ballads? Then again just so long as there IS a first book of poetry (I have not forgotten, I will not forget, I’m so onboard I’m sinking the boat!) I’m happy!
I don’t know. The more prize-winning published poetry I read—that I can see is good poetry— the less I think there’s much point. I don’t write clever poems, and I don’t spend hours over them either. The style isn’t fashionable and if they were laughed at, it would destroy the bit of confidence I have. Might put out some more stories instead. I’m on surer ground with them.
Thank you 🙂