Mispronouncing Anastasia

Lyrics

The cursor blinks impatiently, awaiting inspiration “Oh Calliope, not an apostrophe,” the inner critic chides A tone, a mood, some imagery - a lurking desperation The irony, an ode to me, and in the end he hides

The couplet’s scansion leaves its marks Chiasmus lights, Chiasmus darks

Mispronouncing Anastasia, read between the lines Trading feet with Cinderella, an ode that’s not yet free The simile a smile, the pterodactyl as metaphor An angry alliteration, the quill becomes allusion… Never more

Making nothing into thing - Oxymoron’s bold antithesis Volta comes when needed most, a light motif that draws me in Consonance, experience, and evidence of innocence Are used with rhyme and words to scheme, the craft that makes the song begin

The couplet’s scansion leaves its marks Chiasmus lights, Chiasmus darks

Mispronouncing Anastasia, read between the lines Trading feet with Cinderella, an ode that’s not yet free The simile a smile, the pterodactyl as metaphor An angry alliteration, the quill becomes allusion… Never more

The rhyme dissolves, the rhythm fades Syntax begins to stray The meter sheds its borrowed cage And meaning walks away

Mispronouncing Anastasia, read between the lines Trading feet with Cinderella, an ode that’s not yet free The simile a smile, the pterodactyl as metaphor An angry alliteration, the quill becomes allusion… Never more