#FlashFictionFriday: Ballad of Jennet Adair

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A Fairy Tale, Arthur Wardle, via Wikimedia Commons

Jennet, she lies

‘Neath the white rose tree

And never again will she

Play false to me

 

T’was not my hands

Round her lily-white throat

But would that I could

Drown her deep in the moat

 

Her hair was as dark

As summer is fair

Her lips were for kissing

Sweet Rose of Adair

 

Jennet, she lies

‘Neath the rose tree white

My brother will hang

For her murder tonight

 

Jennet, she lies

‘Neath the white rose tree

Never again will

Those lips lie to me

 

T’was not my hands

Round her lily-white throat

She ruined my brother

She ruined us both

 

Played us like pawns

In the age-old game

Until she did misstep

To her sorrow and shame

 

My brother will hang

‘Neath the town hall light

And who will tell mother

What happened tonight?

 

Jennet, she lies

‘Neath the white rose tree

And never again will she

Play false to me.


Ballad of Jennet Adair (as composed by Huw the Bard) © Connie J. Jasperson 2016, All Rights Reserved

The Ballad of Jennet Adair was first published July 31, 2015 on Edgewise Words Inn

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4 responses to “#FlashFictionFriday: Ballad of Jennet Adair

  1. Your daughter should put this to music. Good luck being a grandma in Portland.

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  2. Great poem!

    Unfortunately, there really are women like this in the world. Sad, when you think about it.

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