Analysis of Concoction
Muddle your way, my way
Crushed opium poppies
and bitter twisted leaves to make tea for
you and your aching mind,
I wrapped you up in paper, limbs folded and elbows poking,
string tied to keep you in place. Wanting you to never change,
condensation forms on my window,
veiling the room in which you will stay, never moving,
always there.
Moonbeams, gentle light. Eyes closing and breath slowing, you feel the heat.
Fragile wings sprout from your delicate shoulder blades, sharp and all mine.
Float a distance but not too far, don’t disappear but go further
away.
Scheme | ABCDEFGEHIJKA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101111 110010 0101011111 101101 11110101100110 11111011011101 01011110 1001011111010 11 110111001101101 1011111001011011 101011111011110 01 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 566 |
Words | 106 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 13 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 446 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 98 |
About this poem
This poem is about the fear of losing someone you love, and wanting them to willingly love you back.
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