Analysis of Traces
A mother and son, holding hands at a fair
the glaring sun glinting like stars in their hair
with candy a sticky veneer on their faces
and dull summer days ahead
leaving no traces.
They halt at a theater of Indian dance
where golden waifs leap, their fierce gazes askance
as they survey the crowd for the wild, the tame
but each blank expression
looks wholly the same.
The little boy points out a girl with a mask
black curls whipping up, feet alive with the task
of spinning and twisting to entertain
and to have a true passion
and make one's own name.
Glory, and beauty, and magic converge
in every soft gesture and every last swirl
and then, with the straw of a drink at his lips
he swears to be like her
and takes a few sips.
His mother beside him is still and remote
her slender hands tight on her black leather tote
for there was a time when she practiced all day
to be lovely and graceful
and join the ballet.
But something occurred during many years hence
a loss of her youth, or a jump of a fence
and among her new son, and the stress, and the strain
the pretty pink toes
went a-swirl down the drain.
A firefly flitting across the dim stage
the young dancer pauses a moment to gauge
the number of people that stand in the crowd.
Enough for her dinner?
She pulls down her shroud.
The red curtains swish, the performance is done
a loud, hearty encore from everyone
rings out in the velveteen blanket of night
while maintenance enters
to flick on the lights.
A mother and son, holding hands in the dark
pass through the fair's gates and head on toward the park
each dreaming of separate and faraway places
where dancers can dance
without leaving their traces.
Scheme | AABXB CCDED FFGED XXHIH JJKXK LLGXG MMNIN EEXXX OOBCB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01001101101 01011011011 110010011110 0110101 10110 111010011001 11011111001 11010110101 111010 11001 01011101101 11101101101 110010101 0110110 01111 1001001001 0100110010011 01101101111 111110 01011 11001111001 01011101101 11101111011 1110010 01001 11001101011 01101101101 001011001001 01011 101101 0101001011 01101001011 01011011001 011010 11101 01101001011 01101110 110011011 110010 11101 01001101001 110110110101 110110010110 11011 0110110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,620 |
Words | 312 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5 |
Lines Amount | 45 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 147 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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