NB: I felt like writing something more metrical, and so this ballad is written in pantoum format. Each stanza has 4 lines, each line 8 syllables. Lines two and four of each stanza become lines one and three of the next. Officially, it should also be in an ABBA rhyme scheme, but since this is so devilishly tricky to achieve, especially so the longer the poem gets, none but the best writers have ever bothered with this part of the definition. Preface aside, I give you:
Ballad of the Boy Who Sought the Hiding Maiden
The boy called out the maiden's name,
Through all the winding village streets,
But no reply or footstep came,
From any corner they might meet.
Through all the winding village streets,
He ran and scoured the place around,
From any corner they might meet,
Searching for sight or mildest sound.
He ran and scoured the place around,
He stood still in the market square,
Searching for sight or mildest sound,
One glimpse of braided golden hair.
He stood still in the market square,
And there reflected in his eye,
One glimpse of braided golden hair,
Hiding behind a merchant's dye.
And there reflected in his eye,
His maiden caught, the chase at end,
Hiding behind a merchant's dye;
He darted forward to his friend.
His maiden caught, the chase at end,
A wily prey for him to find,
He darted forward to his friend,
And found an empty space behind.
A wily prey for him to find,
He whirled his head around once more,
And found an empty space behind,
A yellow ribbon on the floor.
He whirled his head around once more,
Looking for his elusive game,
A yellow ribbon on the floor;
The boy knew the young owner's name
Looking for his elusive game,
A pair of hands clasped o'er his eyes.
The boy knew the young owner's name;
He had been captured by his prize.
A pair of hands clasped o'er his eyes,
He now was freed and led away.
He had been captured by his prize;
She gave him a new game to play.
He now was freed and led away,
Away from all the village streets.
She gave him a new game to play,
And onward danced their playful feet.
Away from all the village streets,
To forest's dappled shade they fled.
And onward danced their playful feet,
Beneath where swaying branches spread.
To forest's dappled shade they fled;
They ran together through the trees,
Beneath where swaying branches spread;
Where leaves swung from the green trapeze.
They ran together through the trees;
Therein they found the greatest oak,
Where leaves swung from the green trapeze,
Ivy clung like a living cloak.
Therein they found the greatest oak
The boy stretched and of branch took hold.
Ivy clung like a living cloak,
His hands hung to the meshwork folds.
The boy stretched and of branch took hold,
He clambered up with boyish vim.
His hands hung to the meshwork folds,
And leapt unto tree's wooden limb.
He clambered up with boyish vim;
The maiden followed in his style,
And leapt unto tree's wooden limb,
With volant grace and ludic smile.
The maiden followed in his style;
As one they left the bole behind.
With volant grace and ludic smile,
Onwards and up the tree they climbed.
As one they left the bole behind;
Along the forest king's thick branch.
Onwards and up the tree they climbed,
They laughed and played and did not blanch.
Along the forest king's thick branch,
The young boy's friend shinned on ahead,
They laughed and played and did not blanch,
As further up the tree she led.
The young boy's friend shinned on ahead;
She called to him a puckish tease,
As further up the tree she led;
Her hair blew in the autumn breeze.
She called to him a puckish tease,
From highest point of the great oak,
Her hair blew in the autumn breeze,
As suddenly the tree branch broke.
From highest point of the great oak,
Tease turned to cry of disbelief,
As suddenly the tree branch broke;
Fair maid fell tumbling like a leaf.
Tease turned to cry of disbelief;
The boy froze at the chilling sound.
Fair maid fell tumbling like a leaf,
A painful crack, she hit the ground.
The boy froze at the chilling sound,
Close to falling in sharp surprise.
A painful crack, she hit the ground;
She disappeared before his eyes.
Close to falling in sharp surprise,
He made the journey down alone.
She disappeared before his eyes,
Nowhere he saw her body prone.
He made the journey down alone,
And as hard as one boy might try,
Nowhere he saw her body prone,
Nor heard any weak whimpered cry.
And as hard as one boy might try,
He never found where his maid fell.
Nor heard any weak whimpered cry,
No laugh to break him from his spell.
He never found where his maid fell,
Searching onwards for all of time.
No laugh to break him from his spell,
Never another tree to climb.
Searching onwards for all of time,
He roamed until he turned insane.
Never another tree to climb,
The boy called out the maiden's name.