Ingrid @Experimentsinfc is on a short form poetry binge over on twitter. Join in. It’s fun. Here are a few cinquains I’ve posted.
This day
of rain and wind
closes at noon, bruised cloud
swells, a rain-tossed sea, where kestrels
plummet.
Moon night
soars the bright rim
bathed in rainglow, puddled
light roaring through grassy ditches,
running.
Moon slides
mountain cloud slopes,
snow bright with silver light
and steely shafts of rain spears where
waves wash.