Confessions in Rhyme: Poetry Analysis Charlotte mixing in with the sailors, is like a drop of gold paint in a bucket of gray paint. Under all the pressure she must feel faint. No other drops of gold paint to accompany her. Only a fraud. Gold on the outside, but hateful clear on the inside. A fraud, trying to be a good captain, but less than the sailors. Since the golden drop of paint is all alone, it blends in with the gray. This relates to when Charlotte is coming aboard the Seahawk. Also it relates to how she becomes one with the crew. This poem is modeled after my poet’s work because Molly Peacock would use metap