You promise a delicious bonus I wonder what joy that could bring Perhaps, being a tell-tale romantic, And allowing conjecture to sing, A cruise on a tropical ocean, Where mermen and mermaids will bring Their wisdom, their unceasing love songs, To promise delight in the spring.
Reverse Cinquain: Simply a Crapsey Cinquain in which the syllable count appears in reverse order. Adelaide Crapsey’s cinquains utilized a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2. Therefore, the syllable count of the Reverse Cinquain is 2-8-6-4-2.
He is my history Lusting after the hills of my youth He strides the moorland paths Amidst the bracken and the gorse Drinking the sun’s warm ale Savouring the wind’s heather-toned tang Turning time to his advantage Tuning in to its connecting wavelength He is great Nature’s spirit Rising and falling with its moods Sad yet serene in Spring Holding the hope of the future
Bright and bubbly in the summer rains Rich and expansive in the sun’s bright gaze
Brought to magnificent autumn richness Coloured by russet tints Fruitful in his beneficence
He is the winter too Drifting with the whiteness of its moods His flocks penned for winter warmth neath the mountain crag Shielding the gentle crocus And the blanched snowdrop
He is the spirit of the trees Lord of copse and wood Guardian of Grove and greenwood Verdant Monarch of the forest
Of the landscape’s lakes Running with the cool waters of streams and rivers The stillness of Its ponds and pools
Both past and future Gone yet still to come again his cyclic journey unfolds From birth to death From death to resurrection To new life and resurgent hope Maintaining existence Midst promises and threats To bring renewal in the name of life
A cinquain is a five-line poem, normally without rhyme, but with a specific syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2. The form was invented by Adelaide Crapsey, an American poet who took her inspiration from Japanese haiku and tanka. As with most other poetic forms, the cinquaine has since been developed to encompass a variety of ways, whilst always holding to Crapsey’s basic formula.
The following amplification is taken from: ‘The Cinquain’ ByDeborah Kolodii, as published on the ‘Shadow Poetry’ website …
The ideal cinquain for Crapsey was one that worked up to a turn or climax, and then fell back. Similar to the “twist” that often occurs in the final couplet of a sonnet, a cinquain’s “turn” usually occurs during the final, shorter fifth line or immediately before it. Thus, the momentum of a cinquain grows with each subsequent line as another two syllables, … (are) added bringing the poem to a climax at the fourth line, falling back to a two syllable “punch line”.
In another of my occasional attempts at structuring my poetic thoughts into a (to me) new poetic form, I give below three of my own examples of the CINQUAINE.
My life Lives in my work Searching for the right words Seeking to make them tell the truth Poet
Regrets Are not for me Rather, let the past rest Whilst I live on in the present With hope
Winter Ends as the Spring Advances with new life Bringing hope and joy to us all Rebirth
Willow Weeping Over the River Lowman, Devon – Photo – WHB – March 2017
HERALD of SPRING
The spring holds its breath as winter recedes Trusting the sun to bestow its warmth yet again on the waiting world And now the first burst of new life greening buds on the bough As the willow begins to weep shedding its joyful tears into the awaiting water and with bliss blandishing its delight and welcoming life’s rebirth
Weeping Willow – River Lowman, Tiverton, Devon – WHB – March 2017
William Henry Davies or W. H. Davies (3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940) was a Welsh poet and writer. Davies spent a significant part of his life as a tramp or hobo, in the United Kingdom and the United States of America, but became one of the most popular poets of his time. The principal themes in his work are observations about life’s hardships, the ways in which the human condition is reflected in nature, his own tramping adventures and the various characters he met. (Wikipedia).
Not exactly seasonal perhaps, but today I felt like looking forward to the Spring …