Cinquain

 

 

John Daleiden, US   Elysium Fields   I seek your warm caress— in the summer meadow dance among the bright wild flowers tonight.     The Laying of Hands   Gently, she rocks the child, singing soft lullabies— blessed child, let Galilee heal your wounds.     Annie Sullivan Teaches   The touch of her kind hand— her fingers shaping words, tracing the cool splash of water to life.     Penelope at the Loom   Deftly, she weaves the shroud for Laertes' father— her promises to suitors, false— deceit. Each night she unravels the delicate weaving— her pledge of faithfulness secured by lies. Beguiled with her estate, these lusty rogues slaughtered; adroitly, the likeminded pair triumph.     For Friends in Need   A rose pinned in her hair— her disarming smile hides the hot tears she cried all night long... oh, woe! Comfort is a friend's joy! let me hold you close, dear... my own arms, a protective shawl... a shield. Some day I too will need a kind, comforting hand— cankers even grow in the Queen's gardens. Let me dry your damp face— we'll walk a mile or two swapping tales of their infamous mis-deeds. Join hands against unjust and unkind acts of love— through our finger tips flows kindness, a circle.