Friday 13 November 2015

Mark Scrivener Poetry Blog No 100 Foolish Boasting


FOOLISH BOASTING



This is a short anapestic ballad based on fable from Aesop. It has alternating lines of four and three feet.

It is better by far not to brag and to boast,

You might say it’s a very good rule.

For the one who must boast is the one who is most

In great danger of looking a fool.



The anapest is often suitable for a light and slightly comic touch. Dr Seuss, for example, often used it.

An anapaest (also spelled anapæst or anapest, also called antidactylus) is a metrical foot used in formal poetry. In classical quantitative meters it consists of two short syllables followed by a long one; in accentual stress meters it consists of two unstressed syllables followed by one stressed syllable. Wikipedia.



The ballad is a poem that is typically arranged in quatrains with the rhyme scheme ABAB. Ballads are usually narrative, which means they tell a story - study.com









                    FOOLISH BOASTING



It is better by far not to brag and to boast,

You might say it’s a very good rule.

For the one who must boast is the one who is most

In great danger of looking a fool.



Once a man who was planning a friendly surprise

Looked around for a suitable light.

Then he found some wax candles of varying size

To arrange for a party at night.



So he took them and stood them outside with great care,

Out in every safe spot that he could.

And while darkness descended he lit them all there

So they’d give out soft light where they stood.



Now one candle was largest, it was highest by far.

It was wide; it was tall; it was bright.

And when it was lit it shone out like a star

That’s ablaze in the dark depths of night.



Now this candle was bright but it also was proud

For it felt it had something to show.

So it sang to the rest with a song that was loud,

“ Don’t you see my magnificent glow!”



“I’m delightful! I dazzle! See me flame; see me flower!”

The proud candle proclaimed to the rest.

But one old, half-burnt candle replied, “All your power

Is one flame, that is all, at it’s best.”



“Oh, what nonsense, old smoky!” the proud candle flared.

“I am brighter, much brighter by far!

If you checked you would find- if you did, if you dared-

I’m outshining the moon and each star!”



And now just as it boasted a sudden, brief gust,

A short rush of quick wind, went on through…

And it blew where the candles stood, scattering dust,

And it blew out the proud candle too!



Now the others just flickered but it went right out.

In a moment its glory was gone.

And the old candle laughed, “When I look all about

I just wonder how true was your song!”



“I’m inclined to believe that the moon and each star

Are a little more powerful than you.

Yes, their light shines forever, forever from far,

And each night they are raying anew!”



“ So you see, foolish friend, that to brag is bad form

For you know that no wind passing by-

No, not even the terrible rage of wild storm,

Ever blows out the lights in the sky!”






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