by Jackie Houchin
I know this is an unusual post, but in this time of lock-down, I’ve not been able to focus on writing anything new. So I’m presenting this Ballad I wrote for a Creative Writing class at Glendale Community College. I’ve tried to publish it, but no one will take this many stanzas (27), although one of the lines is only ONE word. Can you find it? And it’s less than 600 words.
This ballad is based on a real person I knew, a man who had Grand Mal epilepsy.
“A Cruel Blessing”
In olden days, the ancient Land
Of Ararat became
The birthplace of a first born son—
So beautiful, but lame.
The lameness was inside of him,
A sleeping fiend, unseen,
That would attack and seize him fast
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