Analysis of Grassy Valhalla
Here she comes the spectators cheer
Catch her flight or melee in muck
Ash breaks echo off wet shins struck
Bygone our Celtic battle spear
Nameless, numbered; one to fifteen
They cross the mount with leather spheres
To hurl the sun leave nought between
Warriors bred three thousand years
| Scheme | ABBA CDCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Quatrain |
| Metre | 11101001 1011101 11101111 11010101 10101101 11011101 11011101 10011101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 288 |
| Words | 51 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 118 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
About this poem
This simple poem is about an indigenous Irish sport called 'hurling'
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