HEROINE: BALLAD: Anaphora and Epistrophe
Day SIX: Writing 201
The Ballad form lends itself to the telling of a story, a dramatisation of a subject, here a Heroine, and has a musical effect by means of devices like repetition of words or phrases, at the beginning (anaphora), or at the end (epistrophe) of a sentence or a clause, or as a refrain (whole sentence or stanzas repeated). It also uses assonance (repetition of vowel sounds) and consonance and alliteration.
The ballad stanza is a quatrain (4 lines), with the rhyme-scheme ABCB or ABAB, and the lines are usually iambic (da DUM) tetrameter (8 syllables) followed by iambic trimeter (6 syllables).
Now to get down to the nitty-gritty of it ! After the first four stanzas, it kind of wrote itself out !!
The Red ROSE
A rose in hand, a rose in hair,
A rose that bloomed ev’ry morn,
So too, she was, in demeanour fair,
Her beauty tho’ hid thorns.
This world, she knew, worshipped allure,
No matter what the core;
No matter how rotten or false,
Appearance held the score !
She’d seen how success fared so well —
Goodwill, good wealth, just ask
But never ever raise issues,
For, down would fall those masks.
And so, Red Rose, she rose in life,
By hiding all her thorns;
She hid her faults and vices too,
None knew she’d grown such horns.
Yet, within lay a dormant seed
In her innards fallow;
In slow cadence, it rose silent,
From her depths hallowed.
One day she found her life had changed,
Her conscience spoke aloud,
She left behind all marks of pomp
And vanished sans a sound.
Whither, Red Rose, are you, whither?
Decayed or dead ? friends mourned,
Red Rose did bloom afield, unknown,
In hearts of those she owned.
For True Love, she found, amidst the sad,
Among the poor, and frail,
She found therein, her one true love,
And much her heart to regale.
As masks wore off, and pretence dropp’d,
Around her, people found peace
Without the sheen of outward props
Her radiance had increased.
One day, she met unsought, her mate,
Like her, he’d dropped his past,
Together they a new path forged
And found the world long last!
© Lakshmi S. Menon