Analysis of Festive Tales From The Swamp
Robert Rowe 1967 (Agana, Guam)
In Shrek's abode, where mint and marshland meet,
The hearth's warm dance casts light upon the seat.
While ancient logs burn, their fire's lively prance,
As earth's deep roots in fiery union dance.
Gingerbread's fervor with Yule pine's brisk scent,
Counters the fen's clammy musk, both present.
Each bauble's glow, a memory's bright mark,
Candlelight mirrors dark, a contrast stark.
The oak table bears a feast for all to see,
As earth itself provides a grand marquee.
Chestnuts roasted, shells split to reveal,
Warmth and tales that the night will gently peel.
Mulled cider steams in mugs of earthen clay,
With cinnamon's warmth and clove's sweet dream, it plays.
Swampberry's tartness, Shrek alone does savor,
A secret sweetness for his palate's favor.
The ginger guards, with icing smiles so sweet,
Stand watch in joy, their festive guise complete.
Amongst the pines, the candied fruits find rest,
In crimson hues by warmth of hearth caressed.
The Gingerbread Man, with currant eyes so wide,
Stands baked to please, with sugary pride inside.
Fiona's craft, with warmth and spice combined,
In every bite, a taste of sweet, enshrined.
In silvery streams, laughter chimes and gleams;
Golden hope in airy pirouette teems;
Shrek's pipes align, their wooden arcs invite;
To wrap them in the evening's tender light.
Puss, with sly grin, his snuff box he taps,
Releasing catnip, scent sharp as zest snaps.
Into the pipe, the verdant herb he tamps,
Inhales the smoke, 'midst mirth, warmth, and lamps.
Within his mind, imagined tales take flight,
In Quixote's armor, gleaming and bright.
Dulcinea, his love, so pure and true,
Her name he whispers, in dreams, it echoes through.
Giants loom in shadows by the fire's side,
Their stately forms, in shadowed guise, abide.
His whiskers quiver, candy cane blade in hand,
He stands his ground, the shadows he'll withstand.
With zeal he charges, candy cane in grip,
The tree his foe, he lets his courage rip.
He fights with valor, friends watch in dismay,
As baubles shatter in a bright array.
The tree, it tasks him, branches snake-like bend,
Tinsel threats hissing, fearsome to the end.
He leaps and strikes, the baubles take their flight,
In glittered shards, they're lost to dreams of night.
Donkey's eyes dart, his loud voice strikes alarm,
Shrek shakes his head, at Puss's act so charm.
Fiona's laughter rings, clear, pure, and bright,
In awe they stand, at Puss's brave, bold fight.
The antics of the night take toll at last,
As catnip's grip on Puss's mind is passed.
His eyes grow heavy, and his leaps now wane,
In slumber's hold, he leaves the festive plane.
His friends then rally, broom and cloth in hand,
To tidy remnants of his frolic grand.
They sweep the glitter, pine needles they groom,
Restoring order from the festive gloom.
The ornaments, once hanging on the tree,
Are gathered gently, quiet as can be.
With care, they work through waning candle's light,
To clear the chaos from the joyous night.
As dawn's light enters, Puss awakes from sleep,
Of night's misdeeds, he has no memory to keep.
He yawns and stretches, fresh and full of glee,
Unmindful of the night's past revelry.
Scheme | AABB XXCC DDEE FXGG AAHH IIJJ KKLL MMNN LLOO IIPP QQFF RRLL SSLL TTUU PPVV DDLL WWDD |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (88%) |
Metre | 010111011 0111110101 11011110101 11110100101 11011111 1001101110 1110111 101010101 01101011111 1101010101 101011101 1011011101 1101011101 111011111 110101110 0101011110 0101110111 1101110101 0101010111 0101111101 010111111 11111100101 11110101 01001011101 0100110101 101010011 1101110101 1110010101 111111111 0101011111 0101010111 10111101 0111010111 01101001 010111101 01110011101 1010110101 1101010101 11010101101 111101101 1111010101 0111111101 1111011001 1101000101 0111110111 1011010101 1101010111 0101111111 111111101 111111111 11011101 011111111 0101011111 11111111 1111001111 011110101 1111010101 1101011101 1101011011 0101010101 0100110101 1101010111 111111011 1101010101 111101111 110111110011 1101010111 11011100 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 3,149 |
Words | 612 |
Sentences | 33 |
Stanzas | 17 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 68 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 144 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
About this poem
What would happen if Puss-in-Boots were to get high on catnip during a holiday dinner at Shrek's house? Well, now we know!
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