As I walk among the willows,
following the dried-up brook,
I stumble on its hidden hollows,
pebble beds and twisting roots,
and brittle leaves crunch underfoot.
Autumn leaves, a beetles feast,
release a sweet scent of decay:
pollen, dust and shrivelled weeds
waiting for the autumn rain
to come and flush them out again.
Kim M. Russell, 24th November 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Quintain
Grace was our host this Thursday and she wanted us explore the quintain, sometimes called a quintet, which is a poem or stanza with five lines. She said that It can follow any meter or line length and well-known examples are the limerick and the cinquain.
Grace acquainted us with the English and the 16th century Spanish quintain, also known as quintilla. These poems follow a rhyme scheme, but the pattern depends on the style.
Our challenge was to write a stanza or more of either English or Spanish Quintain. My poem consisting of two English quintains is a little belated as I have been spending some time with my grandson and my daughter on her birthday.