Sometimes lows, they pull me under
Drowning, sinking in tears.
Then in clouds, hear laughter thunder
From depths, releasing fears.
. – June Nash
A Balladette. Just for fun, I thought I’d pick up on the suggestion from the Elopefromharm blog. He calls this style of poem a balladette. A style he believes to be originally his own, something he came up with. He suggested his readers try one. This is mine.
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