Analysis of Angel
You were an angel
but feathers fall like bowling balls
when the air is missing from the room,
from your lungs.
You gasped when I called you out, a
baffled sound, surprised more so, only by
the startling sensation of your wings being torn off.
Though, that warranted bloodcurdling screams,
and rightfully received them.
You had us all fooled with silken lies,
but Caroline Janeway saw you in the back of Al’s
Pool Hall in Roseville, Minnesota, back in 1994.
And last I checked, heaven wasn’t in the back of Al’s Pool Hall.
She said that you were glued to the lips of some chick in a miniskirt,
that you looked like you’d had one hell of a time.
That’s when I put it all together: you weren’t an angel, you never were.
You’ve always been good at bending the truth, though.
Here I was thinking that you’d fallen from heaven,
but really, I’d just fallen for you.
Solitary walks through silent city streets seem to clear the air for me.
You needed to become a part of my past, but how
do I fix the damage that’s been done?
You had a broken halo and I, a broken heart.
I never knew you could be so savage.
The glittering look of endearment in your eyes was
lust and nothing more. I saw so much more.
You, Cupid, loose an arrow; though it sticks I can
no more than despise you, now.
I pluck it from my side, warm, sticky blood
running down in streams.
Janie would have fainted at such a sight.
I’d stand frozen, watching it all unfold before me.
Your bloodied, pristine, feathers litter the ground.
There I stood, trapped by a web of lies.
Yet, la mia anima è libera, my soul is free.
I feel more weightless, now, than any feather ever could.
Though, I suspect that they feel freed from you as well.
You were never an angel but you fell from grace.
I hand you the arrow, dried blood covering the silver tip.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10110 11011101 101110101 111 11111110 1010111101 0100101111011 1110011 0100011 111111101 11011100111 110101010 01111010011111 1111011011110010 11111111101 111111010111101100 1111110011 111101110110 110111011 10011101011110111 1101010111111 111010111 1101010010101 1101111110 0100110100111 1010111111 110111011111 1110111 1111111101 10101 1011101101 1110101101011 11010101001 111110111 1110111111 11110111010101 110111111111 101011011111 111010111000101 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,823 |
Words | 369 |
Sentences | 26 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 39 |
Lines Amount | 39 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 1,389 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 340 |
About this poem
This poem is the result of the writing exercise 20 Poetry Projects by Jim Simmerman.
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Written on 2017
Submitted by lifeasalyric on November 04, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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