Analysis of "galleries"
Sandy, I hold the cup in my hand.
Whilst I trip on steps behind you my dear,
spilling the wine upon chalice a band,
that wraps around my finger quite so clear.
It's love to soak my hand of velvet,
an entrenched intrinsic value felt plush,
on my dreams that lift thy heart to covet,
while other men give a half ass push.
As we reach the balcony I slip,
I fall, wine splashing paint on gallery walls,
stained are the tears bled of angels wings clipped,
floating cherubs blush purple love balls.
I look up to see thou smiling thee,
whilst I awake in a French chalet dripping,
wine from the ceiling, you're dancing in leaves,
unto the chandelier drips sipping.
Scheme | ABAB CXCX XDXD XEXE |
---|---|
Poetic Form | Quatrain (75%) |
Metre | 101101011 1111101111 1001011001 1101110111 111111110 1010101011 1111111110 110110111 111010011 11110111001 1101111011 101011011 111111101 1101001110 1101011001 100001110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 641 |
Words | 122 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 129 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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