poem #7
The sheets and blankets are too big
For such a little bed.
They drape their fringes on the floor,
And dribble dreams with red.
The brain can’t sluice the nightmares out
Though a grate stopped with cloth.
Thick curtains collect spiderwebs
And flutterings of moths.
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Submitted by DavidPlantinga on April 23, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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| Scheme | XAXA XXBB |
|---|---|
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 264 |
| Words | 45 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
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