Walker, stop and let me move and check you
My sneaky, fleeting moon of reckless birth
The light of hope you flashed at dawn has dimmed
And flickers weakly, so you squint at Earth.
Walker, stand and let me sit and quiz you
Will foes and friends be irked if Mum you tell
The bitter tale of woe behind your flu?
The trickling tears unseen announce your age.
Walker, stay and let me come and tell you
My fleeting moon, I own you dim my light
Your sparkling blouse has turned a darker hue
You must, I guess, have done a steeplechase.
A. synecdoche
B. apostrophe
C. metonymy
D. paradox
Correct Answer:
Option B – apostrophe
