Challenge
$20 Juice to Winner | Write your own folk song/story/poem
Must be original. Any culture, any religion/mythology. Any language, though an English translation would be appreciated. I am most familiar with Norse, though still knowledgeable in many others. Does not have to be PG, but for other people please do add trigger warnings to the beginning of the entry if applicable.
'Folk', in this context, is merely referring to traditional. If someone does write a song and wants to include tablature, sheet music, or the preferred instruments; please feel free.
Get in touch with your roots, explore a culture you have interest in, or simply make your own. You have free reign, whether it be a cautionary tale, moralistic warning, a celebration, mourning, or anything at all.
I will personally read and respond to each entry, picking the winner with the piece that I thought was the most well-crafted. I will also choose two honourable mentions who will each receive a $10 juice.
Happy writing!
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dirge in d minor
When breeze blows down o’er the trees
and treacle flows down the tart,
my love lies cold neath the knoll.
My blood don’t warm at the hearth.
My bonny cries from the grave.
The sound, it near breaks my heart.
Cut down she was by the knaves,
her honor, forced her to part.
I know I ought to forgive.
I know I ought, though it’s hard.
For how am I to go on,
to heal this weary a heart?
A bird comes crying at night.
I spy it call from the trees.
I’ll have my peace when I die
enraptured by folds in the fleece,
enraptured by folds in the fleece.
A mournful tune sprang up in my head to accompany this original folksong that I just wrote. I sang it and played its tune on my keyboard and flute. I think it will sound eerily nice on my recorder, as well.