Analysis of Thistle’s Touch
Like a thistle bloomed in the moors,
Hardened by the bitter winds from the gray stony sea
Prickled thorns that draw the blood of the greedy,
So are the victims of blackened hate and festered love.
And the prince of solid gold who held his heart high, where is he now?
Downwards blading slow through the waters to the sandy sloe.
| Scheme | ABBCDE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 10101001 1010101101101 1111011010 1101011010101 0011101111111111 10101101010101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 324 |
| Words | 61 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 6 |
| Lines Amount | 6 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 44 |
| Words per line (avg) | 10 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 262 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 61 |
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