It was a prolific Sunday! Isabelle wrote (well, I wrote, she spoke), six cinquain poems - three in the car on our way to see "Forever Dusty," the musical about Brit pop sensation Dusty Springfield of "Son of a Preacher Man" fame. (Besides me, Isabelle was the youngest in the audience by about 60 years.) Another three poems were written at Wicked over a dinner that was primarily punctuated by Jackson updates ("He hasn't been on the bus in two days now. I'm starting to get concerned.")
There are lots of cinquain structures - most defined by the varying number of syllables in each of the five lines. Ours is a bit like the lanterne quintain - though instead of a 1, 2, 3, 4, 1 syllabic pattern, we went for a 1, 2, 3, 4, 1 word pattern. Here they are!
Pig
sloppy, edible
oinking in mud
like a pink gumball
bacon
Tinkle
white, yellow
dribbling down fast
drink water, it's clear
wee-wee
Burps
loud, soft
say excuse me
an expression without words
gassy
Fruit
good, delicious
standing perfectly still
it makes me happy
eat
Parents
annoying, fun
they run fast
and tuck me in
teachers
Fire
burns wood
don't touch it
scary - in a way
camping
There are lots of cinquain structures - most defined by the varying number of syllables in each of the five lines. Ours is a bit like the lanterne quintain - though instead of a 1, 2, 3, 4, 1 syllabic pattern, we went for a 1, 2, 3, 4, 1 word pattern. Here they are!
Pig
sloppy, edible
oinking in mud
like a pink gumball
bacon
Tinkle
white, yellow
dribbling down fast
drink water, it's clear
wee-wee
Burps
loud, soft
say excuse me
an expression without words
gassy
Fruit
good, delicious
standing perfectly still
it makes me happy
eat
Parents
annoying, fun
they run fast
and tuck me in
teachers
Fire
burns wood
don't touch it
scary - in a way
camping
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