>tscha – boom – ba – beat the rhythm, drum
where do we go from here?
rough songs, wild winged winds set us free
and fade, raid, disappear
into the dark, the night, the slum
illusion crash, severe
and through the blurry fog i see
the burglars coming near
tscha – boom – ba – beat heat, off we run
and shout out brave and clear
this driving pace is you and me
and music’s all we hear
Today’s teaching at One Stop Poetry form is on ballads – jump over to read more or why not write a ballad and join us..?
a ballad’s structure is
8 – 6 – 8 – 6 syllables, written in iambic meter