Shackles Cold Restraining Chilling Locking Binding Inescapably bound in place Cable Round Connected Coiling Twisting Looping Securely wrapping all around Bracelet Pretty Shiny Sparkling Glinting Twinkling An attractive wrist ornament Trinket Tiny Worthless Hanging Dangling Swinging Only for sentimental folks Trifle Paltry Little Piddling Trifling Niggling Utterly worthless minor thing Fragment Shattered Pointed Piercing Cutting Stinging Greater picture remains hidden Portion Lot Separate Parting Taking Giving Different for every person Fortune Wealthy Elite Boasting Owning Spending Far beyond mere security Plenty Nice Comforting Soothing Saving Freeing Enough for all emergencies Torrent Wet Powerful Gushing Bursting Flooding Tremendous deluge overcomes all Outflow Swift Measured Streaming Rolling Pounding Water and language similar Poem
I’ve been experimenting with various forms of poetry of late, and I came upon the ‘cinquain’. At its core, the ‘cinquain’ is a five line poem. There are, of course, variations; and I settled upon the following rules, as a challenge to myself:
- Line 1: One word, two syllables (a noun, the subject of the poem)
- Line 2: Two words, four syllables (adjectives that describe the subject in line 1)
- Line 3: Three words, six syllables (-ing action verbs–participles–that relate to the subject in line 1)
- Line 4: Four words, eight syllables (a phrase or sentence that relates feelings about the subject in line 1)
- Line 5: One word, two syllables (a synonym for the subject in line 1 or a word that sums it up)
I was immediately struck by the fact that the 5th line of a cinquain (according to the above rules) takes the very same form as the 1st line (i.e. one word, two syllables), which led me to wonder… how many cinquains could I reasonably manage to string together?
My goal, I decided, would be to start with the word ‘shackles’ and somehow get myself to the word ‘poem’.
58 thoughts on “Shackled, or: Flowing”
A nice play on the poetic form. You were very unshackled on this one!
I love your opening lines…
Chilling Locking Binding
Inescapably bound in place
Thanks, Dwight 🙂
I really appreciate your support.
You are very welcome!
Great post and interesting.
Thanks so much, Eilidh!
This isn’t related, but you have a lovely name – I’d never seen it before. (I had to look it up 🙂 )
It is a Gaelic name. My mother was called Eleanor and Eilidh is the Scottish Gaelic translation of Eleanor. It is pronounced a-lay
Meaning: “Sun, Radiant one”
I love names 🙂
Pretty cool eh?
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you nailed the format but better still its like a cascade with deep profound meaning when you string this lot together … well done!
Thanks so much, Kate – it was a fun experiment for me!
and you excelled David!
A wandering mind wondering about things, appearing in the form of cinquains. 👏🏼
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Gah, this is HARD! You did it awesomely
With all the online dictionaries and thesauruses available today, it’s much easier than it once was… can you imagine doing this without any reference books? 🤯
I didn’t use either but if I was trying to do what you did? It’s so hard!!!!
Wow. That seemed quite difficult to write! Well done.❤️❤️❤️
It took me a while, to be honest 🙂
Wow that is a crazy idea and I love how it really worked for the poem so well. Never thought playing around with structures and forms of poetry could seem so much fun. This is fascinating! 🤩💕
Thanks, Shruba 🙂
I really appreciate your saying so. If you give it a go yourself, I’d love to read yours too!
Thanks, I doubt I’ll be able to do that haha. But I will share it here, if I can ever! 🙈😊
You can definitely do it, Shruba.
https://www.thesaurus.com/ is your friend!
Very nicely written,.
Thank you, LaDonna!