Analysis of Under The Stairs
Anthea Jones 1967 (Slough)
The outside has grown colder,
Darker and quieter.
My humans are upstairs
Safely tucked up and cosy.
Mummy Honey and Grandma Dotty
Are at their sides, guarding.
Aunty Smudge lies on the couch
And I'm sure she's snoring.
I find my refuge
Under the stairs
On a soft, warm bed.
I snuggle down and take in
A deep, long breath.
I can smell Mummy, Grandma
And Aunty Smudge too.
I sniff again,
Yes, I smell my brother Apache.
If I concentrate hard enough
I smell my other brothers too.
All my memories
Start where I was born,
In my refuge
Under the stairs.
Scheme | aabccdxd eBxxxxfxcxf xxeB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0111110 100100 110101 1011010 101001010 111110 111101 011110 11110 1001 10111 1101010 0111 1111010 0111 1101 111110010 1110101 11110101 11100 11111 0110 1001 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 564 |
Words | 124 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 11, 4 |
Lines Amount | 23 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 142 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
About this poem
My poem is written from the perspective of my 1 year old American Akita puppy, Lily, shortly after her litter brother Apache had to be rehomed. We all miss him so much.
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