Analysis of Of ancient shrines



Of Ancient shrines rise Prometheus
where buttressed walls crumble in the minds eye
we take our dance of cosmic chance

Colder shades then open seas in praise of life we seek
we leave it to microbial dust and enrich the mind
in symbolic rhyme

Where beauty walks a shadows edge dissolved in empty space
back to the garden of nature an age of innocence is born
like wounded faun we’ve weathered storm and awaken the
minds of men

Supernova vortexes evolve in double helix spirals of the solar wind
from protozoan revolutions
we are stardust once again
and universes are we
where up is down and in is out and all of us set free


Scheme AXA XBX AXXC BACDD
Poetic Form
Metre 110111 1101100011 111011101 1011101011111 11110100100101 00101 1101011010101 1101011011110011 1101110100100 111 010101010101010101 1010010 111101 010011 11110011011111
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 626
Words 118
Sentences 1
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 3, 3, 4, 5
Lines Amount 15
Letters per line (avg) 34
Words per line (avg) 8
Letters per stanza (avg) 127
Words per stanza (avg) 29
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Submitted by sunrasmoondog on June 07, 2022

Modified on April 18, 2023

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