This property used to be
much larger than you see.
Somebody subdivided it
And from one they made three.

To our right is Mrs Gwala
Widowed, pensioned gran.
And on our left is Engelbrecht,
A self-assured young man.

On Saturday dissonant chords
from Gwala’s house did rise.
The family’d come to commemorate
Mr Gwala’s sad demise.

From the break of dawn it poured forth
A strong, heartsore refrain.
Mr Engelbrecht with disconsolate head
rose from his rest again.

“Shut up!” he yelled through marbled glass,
“Wees stil!” then back to bed.
But all the louder rose the tune
and thundered in his head.

Later that night when darkness fell
The Gwalas all turned in.
Then Engelbrecht’s weekend party
was ready to begin.

Bass beat thumping through thin walls,
The Gwalas could not sleep.
“Turn it down! Icishe, stupid man!
You’re such a selfish creep!”

The weekdays are quite quiet
in my neighbourhood.
The drama starts on Saturday —
I wouldn’t miss it if I could.

 

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Writing 201: Poetry
Assignment — Day 7:

Prompt: NEIGHBOURHOOD
Form: Ballad
Device: Assonance

Ballads are dramatic, emotionally-charged poems that tell a story, often about bigger-than-life characters and situations.  Ballads had their roots in danced songs, and were traditionally composed using ballad meter and ballad stanzas.

Assonance is subtler than alliteration, but can have a profound cumulative effect on a poem.  It is the strategic repetition of vowel sounds in close proximity to each other

Hmm.  Writing in a given form is rather difficult for me.  A good challenge.  I will have to return to these assignments sometime and practise the discipline of metered lines and ending rhymes!  And assonance.  

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