The unsung blade broke on stone as sparks spilled and spun away igniting the dry and dusty daylight flecked with flagrant flying flashes disappearing in a sun-dazed dance of distant caterwauls of noonday sun ascending awhile artfully uprisen.
Note: I’ve been working my way through The Book of Forms: A Handbook of Poetics by Lewis Turco (Fifth Edition, University of New Mexico Press, 2020). The above is my take on his take on the “six ways in which the stich of Anglo-Saxon prosody may alliterate.”
Each line of the poem (or two lines in the case of lines 5-6) illustrates one of the six ways enumerated by Turco.
Here’s a table showing how the Turco Categories and the Potter Poem line up:
Oh, how I love alliteration. This was so fun, thank you.
This one was fun and a great way to start the day. Picture not as much so! The breakdown was helpful for me as I’m not as educated on poetic form as I would want.