"The tragic story of the worshipped and woeful Barbara from north Jutland. A weeping hillside angel, who was lured to her drowning death after a sapphic heartbreak"
Written and directed by
Maya Gunhilda
Starring
Diba Jeliza-Rose Khalaj as Barbara
Holly Johnson Lund as Molly
Lola Hunt
Maya Gunhilda
"BALLAD OF A JUTLAND GIRL" 2025
Maya Gunhilda
Barbara was the only left unbothered by the terror of her small rural town.
They worshipped her.
A weeping hillside angel, a wheatfield north jutland queen.
It was in the merry month of may,
Cadaver Lambs were a roaming,
disappearing between overgrown moss graves.
A Frightened Lady dressed in white linens.
A disturbed freckled farm boy ,
A fishmonger with no fish left to sell.
It will be Poultry today, poultry tomorrow, Poultry gone bad. Poultry full of germs.
A town full, all bothered by an unknown wisp of wind.
Every week Barbara's mother would let out a wild vicious mink
to chase down Barbara, through the fields and forest,
until her legs gave up,
and she´d lay herself down to sleep
Down in whichever patch of grass she fell into.
Everyone in her small town would go hunt down poor Barbara,
and carry her back to her bed.
The town worshipped Barbara, saying she was special when she cried.
But sweet Barbara never wanted any of the love they gave away to her.
The rural townsfolk kept the hills alive by dancing round circles,
in the light shine of the midnight sun.
Bonfires at celebration,
where they burn off handmade witch dolls stuffed with hay,
sending them far away to blocksberg.
Townsfolk searched for their beasts in the wild grown hay,
to their sudden surprise something or someone had taken off their heads.
Yet they still heard the echoes of woofs in the far distance.
In solidarity horse riders decapitated their fine horses,
to show them mercy.
For whoever did this should suffer.
While some tied knots to the live vipers,
believing they thrived better bonded.
food-mother of the tame viper
had deemed herself viper queen of north jutland.
A title that didn't sit well with other a- local residents
in awe and enhanced by the one and only sweet barbara's charm.
Barbara had experienced a sorrow like no other,
Barbara had never known a love as true as the first girl who held her hand,
Frail Molly of the Wadden sea.
who fell ill, and died in the arms of sweet barbara,
died of a fever,
that had spread through the town like wildfire,
no one could save her,
it broke Barbara's heart and her mind.
Barbara begged for the fever to take her too,
sharing her lover's grave,
but it never did catch on to her.
Love after love, Barbara found her another lost soul,
The last girl was a roving gambler, frightfully tall and handsome, a fickle bushwacker.
After claiming undying love to Barbara for 14 whole nights.
she left the town
and she left Barbara her still grieving bonnie lover,
never looked back, never wrote one letter. .
Broken hearted and full of woe,
All Barbara wanted was to run away.
A remote church in the wildwood,
royal heirs had seized the property and closed it down to religious folks,
after a murder had occurred on the church floors.
The royal heir said not in god's house after all this nonsense.
Another local church had long burned down.
Long Margrethe with the 12 vicious sons was to blame for the Murder,
and the burning of the chapel,
she´d always had a twisted outlook on everyone's beloved Barbara.
A man named Crow had an evil thieving daughter,
she first did steal Barbara's late lover's pig from the pigsty,
transferred the deadly putrid fever that took over her life.
Woman-Hating fathers burned their daughters in the family oven,
the ones that were small and slender,
but Barbara never had a father, no one to do such to her.
While the surviving children of the oven eager men weeped,
so did poor barbara.
One eyed Christopher wanted to take Barbara's hand,
he said to make you mine.
But this was not in sweet Barbara's mind and she ran away,
far away to the hillside forest, to weep her long lost lovers. .
Barbara spoke to real crows,
she spoke to all birds
and she spoke even to the urgent owl who watches us day and night.
At daybreak, the fields and forests frantic Barbara roamed,
Drifting away from the mass, of the poor folks town
who all loved her so dear.
Searched the thicket, the roads and the grasslands telling.
Seeking the silhouette of her true love.
never fully catching up to her.
The town feared their darling had lost her poor mind,
On the midst of her weeping walk in the jutland hills,
Barbara heard a sweet old and familiar melody,
coming from the very lake
she in another life roamed with her once true love.
Not one could have convinced Barbara this was not a calling
Longing for sign and existence
Sheeps roaming the lakeside, snakes in the grass.
Owls in the far distance, as the only onlookers
A shadow of doubt,
playing a weeping violin,
Appears, reappears and disappears from the deep northern lake
in the shape of her sick lover girl.
and the violin that plays weeping a tone,
leads sweet Barbara to her drowning death.
Poor Barbara's body was never found.
Yet her cries are still heard in the Jutland hills,
The deep lake lies waiting in somber
and enhanced it will drag anyone who roams the forest in search of Barbara,
anyone who's experienced heartache like no other.
A tune a dragging shattered sweethearts
down the lake where on the bottom she lies.
for wild mortal nixie of the lake,
shifting darling love to slumber. it would tempt a poor minded soul,
this deep lake was a suicider's grave.