12-04-2025, 11:26 PM
As winter cast her blanket down,
A woven white I see.
In cover felt on shimmered earth,
A linen just for me.
Her chilling breath is but a song;
A melody so true.
She joins the chorus in refrain,
And sings with winds anew.
Of tempers she has many though,
We prithee joyful be.
For Loving eyes or furrowed brow,
Her mood we've yet to see.
Her leaving is a sad affair.
As tears soon melt away.
They flood the ground from all around,
And leave a puddled grey.
This was a meter exercise to learn common meter / ballad form.
I did find 1 exception in " A mel| o dy| so true|" iambic phyric iambic if I understand feet correctly .
I left it since it is a ballad and happily landed on the line about music. It works well there.
By your leave, thou must pardon the use of prithee ...
A woven white I see.
In cover felt on shimmered earth,
A linen just for me.
Her chilling breath is but a song;
A melody so true.
She joins the chorus in refrain,
And sings with winds anew.
Of tempers she has many though,
We prithee joyful be.
For Loving eyes or furrowed brow,
Her mood we've yet to see.
Her leaving is a sad affair.
As tears soon melt away.
They flood the ground from all around,
And leave a puddled grey.
This was a meter exercise to learn common meter / ballad form.
I did find 1 exception in " A mel| o dy| so true|" iambic phyric iambic if I understand feet correctly .
I left it since it is a ballad and happily landed on the line about music. It works well there.
By your leave, thou must pardon the use of prithee ...


