Bunnies bound, or: Feather floats

My 1st Garland Cinquain

grass grows
sways and rustles
around the apple tree
unripe fallen fruits lie about

blankets over
fertile earth and pebbles
families spend time together
such fun

peals across lush
gentle, rolling meadows
children of all sizes cavort
with joy

bound playfully
like dolphin calves over
miles of vast turquoise expanses

sparrows gambol
a lone feather floats down
lands on luxurious carpet

grass grows
blankets over
gentle, rolling meadows
miles of vast turquoise expanses


The above garland cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebroโ€™s โ€˜Tanka Tuesdayโ€™ prompt: Poets were prompted to write syllabic poems inspired by the color โ€˜greenโ€™.

Youโ€™ll receive bonus points if you donโ€™t use the name: green. Youโ€™ll also receive bonus points if you can also incorporate a different meaning for the word green in your poem.

P.S. Green is my favorite color.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

48 thoughts on “Bunnies bound, or: Feather floats”

  1. Waiting for a time when I don’t have to layer up. We’ve quite a few bunnies in my neighborhood. And the birdies often leave a feather or two ๐Ÿ˜€

  2. Brilliantly done David! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘ That was gre….at! ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‚

      1. Haha! ๐Ÿ˜‚ Ah, good old Frosties! Used to love having these for breakfast! ๐Ÿ˜โค๏ธ

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