A butterfly cinquain is a nine-line syllabic verse of the following pattern:
2 / 4 / 6 / 8 / 2 / 8 / 6 / 4 / 2.
This is a poem that makes a pretty pattern, a butterfly, in fact.
Here’s my example, based on yesterday’s drenched grass poem.
Mourning,
Damp grass weeping,
Trailing, sorrow-weighted,
Beneath a leaden autumn sky.
New day,
The dead are buried, tears all shed,
mountain of memories,
candles burning,
ever.
Simple and effective. I’ll leave the theme up to you. Just leave the link to your poem, or the poem itself if you don’t post it on your blog, in the comments. Looking forward to reading your poetry.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 