Analysis of Irelands lament
I watched you climb into the ring
for the last time,
You were all washed up and past
your prime
Long gone was your speed and flair
your matinee looks and pompadour
hair
Gone was your smiling eyes and
cheeky grin your body now all twisted
and thin
Alas you quickly run out of fuel
your body not ready for the duel
Slumped and exhausted on your
stool your lungs exhale a mournful
brool
Counted out on a hard cold floor
your broken body could take no
more
No one heard your rattle grasp or
pulled you from the reapers grasp
You slip away without resistance
all alone cold and listless
Scheme | XAXA BCB XXX DD CDD CXC CX XX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110101 1011 1011101 11 1111101 11010100 1 1111010 1011101110 01 0111011110 1101101010 1001011 11101010 1 10110111 11010111 1 11111011 111011 110101010 1011010 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 603 |
Words | 132 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 3, 2, 3, 3, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 59 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 14 |
About this poem
It’s about a Belfast boxer called Paul Ireland. He sadly died a few years ago. It’s his last fight with life with the kitchen being the ring where died alone. He was my friend too.
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