Flatland: Variations on a Ballad
Steven Wittenberg Gordon
V
Cold crags
echo
my eagle’s
scream
Wolf song
carries
on icy
wind.
Grizzly hug.
Rooted feet.
Flowing blood
warming fleet--
I awaken
in a plane
on a bed of blades.
My spirit fades.
Poet's Notes: Part V is full of assonances and consonances and even a hard end-line rhyming couplet at the end, but it is no longer recognizable as a ballad. Only the last two lines contain more than two words. That said the roots of each chord of version I remain. My thanks to Frequent Contributor Ross Balcom for inspiring this one.
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