Molten, or: Ablaze

A Garland Cinquain

ablaze
gaseous fireball
millions of degrees
gigantic nuclear furnace
brings life

chirp, chirp
streaks of feathers
soar and catch the sunlight
along with insects for their young
alight

lemons
ripe, luscious fruit
vivid citrine gems sway
fleshy, mature, rich, flavorsome
heavy

tree hole
busy beehive
hexagonal pattern
molten syrupy honey drips
teeming

nectar
among petals
marigolds beckon in
softly flutter, blush at breezes
golden


ablaze
streaks of feathers
vivid citrine gems sway
molten syrupy honey drips
golden


#TankaTuesday

The above garland cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt: Poets were prompted to write syllabic poems inspired by a color of their choice. I chose the color ‘black’.


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!

60 thoughts on “Molten, or: Ablaze”

  1. Lovely, we can close our eyes and imagine each and every stanza.

    My columbine are in bloom now… pale pinkish. And some of my white azalea’s have opened too!

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