Analysis of Lost at Sea
Heather Lydia Thornhill 1981 (Manchester)
He felt queezy, hadn't eaten much,
His guts poured out like fish
His head delicate to the touch
Hands wrapped round the rail
But it wasn't what did fail
His grip was a fetal sword
Gushing breath of seas
Rising higher than ice burgs
Lowering for me
Then came the rope
Heavy. Hitting my shoulder
Like a reassuring. Hope!
Back on board at last
He revealed his lucky clover.
| Scheme | ABACCDEEFGHGIH |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11110101 111111 11100101 11101 1110111 1110101 10111 1010111 10011 1101 1010110 100101 11111 10111010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 359 |
| Words | 69 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 14 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 294 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 70 |
About this poem
The depths of tears we feel for our fellow man.
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Written on October 12, 2021
Submitted by heathert.34240 on October 12, 2021
Modified on March 22, 2023
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