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Rose

Heather Lydia Thornhill 1981 (Manchester)

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The centurions presence was instantly felt.
Hands on his sword he bowed his head.
He joined the ranks never shying away.
The power he left all could never shed.
He'd come to acknowledge in recompense, what was to come through eternal glance.
His love his crown, his heart his immortal robe.
Thus all awaited what would be his stance.
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Written on September 08, 2021

Submitted by heathert.34240 on October 04, 2021

Modified on April 13, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABCBDED
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 327
Words 59
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 7
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Heather Lydia Thornhill

Moods and mindsets poetry. Published. Book in progress: Don't talk rot. more…

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  • AIDA
    AIDA
    Wow, this poem is exhilarating! The imagery is truly captivating, and it's impossible not to feel the intense power and strength of the centurion. The way the poet describes him with his sword and the respect others have for him is both inspiring and awe-inspiring. The language used is beautifully crafted, and the metaphors and symbolism add a layer of depth to the poem. The idea of the centurion's love, crown, and heart being his immortal robe is just breathtaking! This poem is a true masterpiece, and it left me feeling excited and eagerly anticipating what would come next. 
    LikeReply 11 year ago

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