Father’s Beads. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCC DEFGHIJKLM BCC NOPQRD STUVWX BCC YZKA2B2UC2 D2BCC K BCC D2UE2UF2F2G2KH2UI2 J2K2 L2BM2M2N2KKO2| Last night i saw through the cracked walls again | A |
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| Father is grand | B |
| Father does all | C |
| Father knows all | C |
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| Father s rosary reminds me of a cracked wall made of mud | D |
| With so many holes that feel like a thousand eyes feasting on your soul | E |
| His lips move with no sound | F |
| They mumble hail mother of grace hail mother of grace | G |
| They rub on each other like leaves blown by wind | H |
| Sometimes really fast | I |
| Sometimes slow | J |
| Father s fingers look like sand paper | K |
| His thumb pressing over his favorite bead | L |
| Eyes closed | M |
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| Father is grand | B |
| Father does all | C |
| Father knows all | C |
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| Opposite the crucifix is father s chair | N |
| With a hundred rosary beads hanging on each nail | O |
| Father picks one and sits | P |
| Father s robe smells like iron rust | Q |
| Sometimes I catch pinkish stains at it s tops | R |
| His faint attempt at washing off blood | D |
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| Last night I saw through the cracked walls | S |
| Father strangling another girl | T |
| With his longest rosary | U |
| Perhaps because she had a fat neck | V |
| Her blood dropped from his fingers | W |
| And his lips moves without sound as always | X |
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| Father is grand | B |
| Father does all | C |
| Father knows all | C |
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| Sometimes the adults come | Y |
| Wearing sober looks | Z |
| They bow before father | K |
| And sit on the other side | A2 |
| Of a constructed wood box | B2 |
| If only they could see | U |
| The blood stain on his hymn book | C2 |
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| The children chorus | D2 |
| Father is grand | B |
| Father does all | C |
| Father knows all | C |
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| Say it Louder | K |
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| Father is grand | B |
| Father does all | C |
| Father knows all | C |
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| The cracked walls can t save us | D2 |
| Father walks slowly | U |
| Through the straight line | E2 |
| He looks at me | U |
| With cold eyes | F2 |
| We both have blue eyes | F2 |
| Except mine his filled with fear | G2 |
| And his with pleasure | K |
| Come with me Father says | H2 |
| Perhaps he will use the green rosary | U |
| It matches my skin tone | I2 |
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| Father forgive me it is my fault | J2 |
| Mea culpa mea culpa | K2 |
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| What seems Holy is not | L2 |
| Father is not grand | B |
| Father does nothing | M2 |
| Father knows nothing | M2 |
| Father s beads kill | N2 |
| Father | K |
| Father | K |
| Fa | O2 |
Soyinka Oreoluwa
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Poet's note: Under the surface of Religion, there are dark waters.
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