Analysis of Red Bottle
A red Bottle
Juxtapose,
Ere you knock me down
Before all the world
My age, days, and yours
Mind not my tottered walk
It is the terror-walk of my gallant force
My drool is full of truth
I only dribble wits for you
A child from a home must be good
And before the night close of the door
Unruly imp should return
I can see well in the sky
My red bottles of wine
They are not made for a child
Except for his defiant heart
Your fury-fate, perhaps
Compelling you to my way
And for my calm look you stay
But my valliant one will rage
Behold it's a judgement day
For this insolent and naughty child
Who deserted a home
Of keen truth to taunt
The staggering slender strong
Little liability
Boy born yesterday
Jeering an affluent gale
From a parlour of bottles
Where he gulped ten times
And the last just half
Your scorn after me is long
Silly trouble, you will soon be lost
Ah, Its hem in your hand
There is no little regard
Little boy, you will cry...
You say it's a lie
Then pay heed to my fist
The furious fist of wrath
Before I count to three
Kindly release its tip
One twoo threeee
Yeh! My life, I'm peeled
Redish outburst of pain
A naughty wild scamp
An impudent feral child
Heaven, please drag me up
Ah, drops of gall from the sky
It is bitter in my mouth
Indignant wrath
Why are you so hot?
Raged ire
Why am I the one?
So at last before all the world
Little lad, this is your work
Or can it be by my lust?
For I stay long in the parlour of wrath.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0110 01 11111 01101 11101 11111 11010111101 111111 11010111 01101111 001011101 0101101 1111001 111011 1111101 01110101 110101 0101111 0111111 11010111 0110101 111000101 101001 11111 0100101 100100 1110 1011001 1010110 11111 00111 1110111 101011111 111011 1111001 101111 11101 111111 0100111 011111 100111 111 11111 10111 01011 11101 101111 1111101 1110011 0101 11111 11 11101 11101101 1011111 1111111 1111001011 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,450 |
Words | 301 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 11, 13, 6, 15, 11 |
Lines Amount | 57 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 189 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 49 |
About this poem
The poem is a monologue of a self-exalted drunkard who is being jeered from the bar, by a little boy. He is completely under the influence of alcohol as he staggers and drools. He is not aware of his vanity, he proves superiority to the boy who enjoys his play of mockery after him. The little boy follows him as far as he enjoys, touching and holding the hem of his cloth. He is being bothered and angered at the boy's trouble, so he staggers to chase him off, but fails and loses his balance and fell. He cries on the ground with his skin opened, and redish outburst of pain. At this point, he is subconscious between hallucination and his conscience assessing the cause of his humiliation, whether it is the boy's fault or his long stay in the parlour of wrath... more »
Written on November 02, 2023
Submitted by opeyemiakande2020 on October 22, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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