This is an experimental piece written in the form of a ballad. The inspiration is sourced from, in this case, Germanic folklore; Nixie also appears in Scandinavian, Celtic, Nordic and other mythology's by other names.
The actual story told in the ballad of Eva and Jack Marella is from my imagination.
The actual story told in the ballad of Eva and Jack Marella is from my imagination.
Note to Poem
Nixie, in Germanic ancient folklore is a shape-shifting water fairy and is infamous for singing enchanted songs to lure human prey to watery deaths. The Nixie is usually a malicious female mermaid, and the Nix is her male counterpart.
The Ballad of Eva and Jack Meralla
Soft lilting songs from the depths of
yellow and orange sun glazed waters,
Jack’s fishing boat now becalmed
Enchanted by Nixie’s belying charm;
And then the runes were cast so fast
As Nixie sang Eva downed her glass
Eva Marella knows not of sobriety
A raconteur of fables in gaiety.
Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de doo
Oh Fiddle de diddle de fiddle de dowe.
Now Jack Marella sings a shanty
Tied to the mast in a bottle of glass
Never again will he hold his soul
Till Nixie’s paid in doubloons of gold;
Mrs Marella head under her arm
Around her feet they swirled
Eva Marella sways to shanty
In drunkenness on gin and brandy.
Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de doo
Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de dowe.
Nixie why’d you to steal Jack’s soul
You green eyed siren of the deep
Eva she cried, “Oh sing to me”
With all your mystical beauty;
Mrs Marella she danced with Nixie
Never to gaze into her deep green eyes,
Under clear skies that night in June
Vowed she’d win him back none too soon.
Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de doo
fiddle de diddle de fiddle de dowe.
Not brandy, nore gin had been her sin
Since she vowed to win Jack back
For pieces of gold she told old fables
In the tavern round cider soaked tables;
As Eva Marella stowed the boats oars
Over the gunwale went the doubloons;
She woke next morning in marital bed
To Mr Marella kissing her forehead.
Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de doo
Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de dowe
Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de doo
Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de dowe.
So nicely done... could almost hear it being sung...
ReplyDeleteThank you, thotpurge, glad you liked felt the song within this piece.
Deletenicely told...but the fonts are so teeny tiny!!
ReplyDeleteSumana, thanks for your thoughts; don't know why the font appears tiny, set on normal this end.
DeleteIncredible write!! ❤💜
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa, for your thoughts, I'm pleased you liked it.
DeleteIt's great when a story captures you and feels like it writes itself - as it has here :) Beware of Nixies!
ReplyDeleteOOoo yes beware, evil little so and so's, glad you enjoyed it, Jae.
DeleteLovely as far as it goes – I'd really like a bit more story to flesh it out.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your constructive thoughts, Rosemary. I did wonder about this and I felt by fleshing it out more it would become to long, maybe 6 line stanzas would do the trick. Appreciate your feed back.
DeleteAh.. there is a hard lesson to be had in the sea of brandy and gin.. neither happy forever-more, nor a sappy whatever morn.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutley brudberg; thanks for stopping by.
DeleteAh, you have me 'singing' along with this one. Love the way you have used the ballad form to tell this tale.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary, so pleased you felt this way about it.
DeleteI like. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joon.
DeleteWhat a marvellous ballad! My mom used to jokingly say "with her head tucked underneath her arm", and I have no idea where she got it from, but your poem reminded me of it. I enjoyed the refrain very much! And am glad the couple found itself safely back in the marital bed after such adventures.
ReplyDeleteSherry, thanks for your kind thoughts and so pleased you enjoyed it.
DeleteHaha I kinda sang it and of course the ... Your art never ceases to amaze me. And how can you miss with 3 part harmony and a little lead guitar on "Oh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de doo
ReplyDeleteOh fiddle de diddle de fiddle de dowe..."
Very creative Julian.
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Thank you so much. I think I'll let my mate who I jam with play around with it for a while. Your thoughts are very much appreciated.
DeleteMythology and music dancing together to birth poetry. What's not to love!
ReplyDeleteMagaly, thank you for your thoughts.
DeleteDelightful :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
DeleteWowzers! Mesmerizing! Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Wendy, pleased you liked it.
Deletecame for a second read, imagine my joy to see bigger fonts, and reading this fantastic tale once again...it would be so nice if you could add your voice reciting it using SoundCloud...
ReplyDeleteHello again, thanks for letting me know re-tiny fonts. I'm going to see what my friend and I, we play guitars together can come up with, and then where this goes.
DeleteInteresting experiment, Julian. I could imagine it working well with music. The story-line is reminiscent of some of the old Guernsey legends. Dare I say it, I think it would work even better as an extended short story.
ReplyDeleteI think you may have set the seed for a piece of flash fiction here, Richard. I'm going to see if the chap I play guitar with can come up with some music, if only for the fun of it as that's what it's all about. Once again I thank you for your supportive thoughts.
DeleteA sort of sea shanty.I like it.It reminds me of
ReplyDeleteyo ho ho
and a bottle of rum:)
Thanks for that, excatly the feel I wanted to get accross.
Deleteyes, this ballad can certainly do with some music. we will sing along with the chorus.
ReplyDeleteit's a real delight to read this, Julian. :)
Pleased you liked it and thanks for those kind thoughts
DeleteMrs Marella is quite a gal, luv how she won Jack back to give us a happy ending
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime this week
much love...
Thanks, Gillena, for your thoughts.
DeleteNever heard of Nixie before, although am familiar with the siren's song. The is a delightful read, and one can actually hear the music,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Thank you, Elizabeth, glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteOh, well, I'm glad the Mrs. was resourceful enough to win. Lots offun.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan, for your thoughts.
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