Last Seconds(Ottava Rima Poem)
A tin cup scraping along iron bars, cup a' tea
Was even sweeter than honey and the honey-comb.
There were gleams in her perfect teeth and her sad esprit.
Her strange smell brought the breeze from her funeral home.
With hollow sad eyes, O Moon, you climb'st the night to see
Mad scientist’ of horror as bleeding piece of gnome.
She felt the dawn of hope and the sunset of despair
Leaves dancing across the grass, their shadow in the air.
On echoed hills, her voice was parched and glazed was her sight,
The sooner lily dies; the louder is its scent.
Tearing, roaring, she felt her painful soul in light,
In sweet coming death, her pitiful lament.
Her soul had terrified wings for her flight in the night.
She was cribb’d, confin'd in tears for this event.
Her legs bestrode the abyss, her rear'd arm held the pain
Her mind should 'scape whipping her memory in vain.
Suddenly she felt a scent of garbage and perfume
Fog was in her eyes and wheezing throat because of fear
She got her head into heavens to dispell her gloom
After getting it into her head, her last frontier,
More than real, o’er her hallucinating doom.
She wanted to be happy but she felt her tear.
She realized her execution is cruel, not kind.
Her second became a hellish paradise of mind.
Ottava Rima
A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in
the following rhyme:
one octive poem. abababcc
two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff
three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii
poem by Marieta Maglas
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