OctPoWriMo 15 - Unbowed

Prompt: Mother May I
Form: Ballad

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Unbowed

My mother taught me how to sing
Even if you can’t,
How to do what you enjoy
With or without talent.

She taught me how to craft, create
Food and woolen things;
She gave me strength and daring to
Learn to use my wings.

And now, although she is long gone,
I know she would be proud
Of what I do and who I am:
Because of her, unbowed.

OctPoWriMo 2 - Changeling

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Changeling

What if I was someone else
And I didn’t know?
The child of gremlins, fairies, elves,
Switched so long ago.

And, if I never learned the truth,
Would it amount to naught?
A human copy so exact:
A flawless counterfeit.

So, who am I? And what am I?
And what does ‘human’ mean?
Am I a bag of meat and bones,
A flesh and blood machine?

Or am I made of stars and dust,
A spirit wrapped in skin?
An immortal soul who has
Only just begun?

Does it matter what I am
Or where my genesis?
Who I am is who I am
The rest irrelevant.

OctPoWriMo 18 - The Princess and The Dragon

Image by SilviaP_Design on Pixabay

Once upon a time a princess dreamed
And, deep within her heart, desires gleamed
For more than princesses are meant to gain,
For something unexpected, not mundane.

Kissing frogs is fine for other girls—
More her style were lions, tigers, bears.
She ruined many petticoats before
Her parents let her wear trousers and drawers.

She met a dragon in a darkling cave
And, where a knight would send it to its grave,
She bowed and offered friendship to the beast,
And from a curse thereby it was released.

The scaly creature faded rapidly,
Transformed into a girl who smiled bashfully.
The princess wrapped her cloak around her frame
And smiled and sweetly asked her for her name.

Now, together they explore the land,
Side by side and often hand in hand.
Minstrels far and wide sing of their deeds,
How everything they do always succeeds.

OctPoWriMo 21 - Storms and Strife

Today's prompt is to write a ballad about being overwhelmed and how we deal with it.

Storms and Strife

When life is full of storms and strife
I remember You;
When problems seek to bury me
I know I will break through.

I am Yours no matter what;
I hold onto You.
Love came down and died for me:
I know that this is true.

Over mountains’ lofty height,
Through the valleys low,
I will sing of all Your mercies,
Remember what I know.

I know that You are always here;
You will never leave.
You always give me a way out:
I only need receive.

OctPoWriMo 29 - All I Need

Today's prompt is our own personal love story. This ballad is dedicated to my husband Mark.

All I Need

Romeo and Juliet

Were really rather blind.

David and his stolen queen

Had no peace of mind.

Cleopatra never knew

The joy of growing old.

Lancelot and Guinevere

Made Arthur a cuckold.

You and I will never be

An epic tale of love;

I don’t care, for what we have

Is greater than above.

We don’t need poison, lies, and murder

For drama in our life.

All I need from you, my love,

Is to be your wife.

Overwhelmed - A Ballad

A ballad for Morgan Dragonwillow's Playing With Words prompt.

Overwhelmed

The waves are crashing o’er my head;
I’ve gone out too deep.
I can barely stay afloat;
There’s nothing ‘neath my feet.

Why did I take on this task?
I should have known I’d fall.
Someone please throw me a rope!
Can you hear my call?

OctPoWriMo 13 - Looking for You

Today, I wrote a ballad about my husband Mark. Warning: Mushy lovey dovey stuff follows.

All the time, my whole life through,
I was always looking for you.
And, though I didn’t know it then,
You were searching for me too.
I had given up on men,
Happy to be single when,
You showed up and changed my life;
You caused my barréd heart to open.
You taught me how to sing and laugh;
You gave me joy in place of strife;
I love you, and you love me;
You asked me to become your wife.
And now today I clearly see,
Now “you” and “I” are only “we,”
That you were always the one who
Was meant to be with me.