Analysis of Arms of the divine
Arms of the Divine
I am waist high bathed in shades of palomino and buttermilk
My hands caress the wheat tender as a lover
The smell of sunshine
The taste of wildflowers and butterflies
My beloved
I see her standing in the distance
Her hair, dark as a raven
My own like burnt embers
Many years have passed between us
Separated by war, plague and famine
I walk towards her
Breast plate and sword covered in dust and blood
At last I am home and wrapped in the arms of the divine
| Scheme | A XBAX XXCX XCBXA |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11001 11111011010010 110101101010 0111 0111010 101 110100010 0111010 111110 10111011 100111010 11010 1101100101 11111010011001 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 480 |
| Words | 96 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 4, 4, 5 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 96 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
About this poem
This poem is written about a Roman Soldier who had died and is finally returned to his version of heaven, his wife who has been waiting for him.
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Written on January 31, 2019
Submitted by lisacampbell29 on February 22, 2022
Modified on March 27, 2023
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