I gave this some thought and decided that poetry had merit. There was the possibility of giving more depth to characters – for example:
On William Smellie by Robert Burns.
The old cock’d hat, the brown surtout the same; His grisly beard just bristling in its might (Twas four long nights and days to shaving-night.)
His uncomb’d, hoary locks, wild-staring, thatch’d. A head for thought, profound and clear unmatch’d:
Yet, tho’ his caustic wit was biting rude, His heart was warm, benevolent and good.