Iambic Pentameter
I found one day a text that mesmerized
The words did dance in beats before my eyes
In little iambs skipping in rhythm
Musically though silently written.
Each line of it a dance upon the page
Cleverly devised as by a Mage
Who specialized in the magic of words
Making them to sing although unheard
I realized the structure of the verse
That hypnotized and had me so immersed
Was that kind of poetical meter
That they call iambic pentameter
In which the words in time do five beats make
And this example tries to emulate.
By Kerin Gedge
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