I had to endure a to and fro transcontinental trip this week. Endure is the right word, when flying miles above what would otherwise be a scenic, albeit lengthy, journey.
One positive thing about flying is that I have time to catch up on some of my “pleasure” reading. This week it included an article about cinquains.
A quintain is a poem with five verses. A cinquain is a specific form which has the following number of syllables in each of the lines: two, four, six, eight, and two.
I took a break from my reading and drafted a few of these small poems. I found it quite simple, and it’s likely you may as well.
I make no promises about the quality of my verse, but perhaps you’ll find one or more of them interesting. Or, at least they may inspire you to write some of your own.
Delayed by the White Witch
Borne by Aslan’s Resurrection
This world is not my home
Destined for a new creation
He died for us
Washed clean by the blood of the Lamb
Friends rounded out the group