Analysis of Amidst the hail stone
Catching the stones.
Flushed were our cheeks.
Baby astonished.
Too early to speak.
Canal springs too narrow
To hold thoughts at their peak.
Ripples like paint drops
Flicked in sheets
The birds wobbling too cute
to adore motion complete
Mud slip in our shoes
But happy to repeat
Free from the noise
Yet not a sheep's bleat
A small moment of heaven
An urban retreat
Tired from the hauling
Yet stepping up our feet
I miss being thin
For this I'll admit defeat
As I nearly fall down
Over puddles of sleet
The hail softens to snow
And the baby now sleeps
| Scheme | ABCDEDFGHIJIKCLIMINIOIEP |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1001 10101 10010 11011 011110 111111 10111 101 0110011 1011001 110101 110101 1101 11011 0110110 11001 101010 1101101 11101 1110101 111011 101011 011011 001011 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 549 |
| Words | 107 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 24 |
| Lines Amount | 24 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 18 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 441 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 102 |
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Written on March 14, 2023
Submitted by heathert.34240 on March 14, 2023
Modified by heathert.34240 on March 14, 2023
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