prune juice
laced with liquor
laid my neck in this noose;
why does that cold-hearted Kicker
snicker?
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The “Kicker” is meant to be the individual who kicks the bucket out from under a person’s feet in a hanging.
prune juice
laced with liquor
laid my neck in this noose;
why does that cold-hearted Kicker
snicker?
——
The “Kicker” is meant to be the individual who kicks the bucket out from under a person’s feet in a hanging.
malice
sheathed in a smile
shall destroy this palace
should we elect not to revile
such guile
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I am posting an odd numbered cinquain for a change.
Abbot
Owens owns a
teeny tan tame rabbit;
how pleasant to have an ally
so nigh!
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Try and say the first three lines five times fast! 😉 I come out with “teeny tam tame” or “teeny tan tane” almost every time.
navy
fabric naps near
platinum blond wavy
hair; how those cold carob eyes spear
my cheer
quaintly
by the seaside
Bain bides with his saintly
folks yet laments for fate denied
a bride
clowning
kelpies beaming
at damp damsels drowning
in a wintertide of teeming
screaming
gleaming
sandals glide by
faint figures of scheming
mortals, fore flying to this shy
steel sky
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The subject of this cinquain is Talaria, the golden winged sandals which Hermes wore.
outside
this humble place
poor potato fields cried;
famine’s fatal fingers erase
my face
white wings
shelter spare frames
from nefarious things
as the trumpet of slumber claims
gray names
seasons
of illusions
offer ample reasons
to float towards dark delusion’s
sly skins