Roots leg to earth.
Toes clutch. Corners balance.
Thighs cinch. Wind blows. Arms shake. Heart bared.
Poems have roots.
Writing poetry is like planting words into a fixed space or form, a plot of soil, or a pot, if you will, where words take root and grow up inside you. This poem is a cinquain (pronounced sin-KANE). Isn’t that a great word? A cinquain is much like a haiku, a poem whose form is determined by the amount of syllables on each line. 2/4/6/8/2 distinguishes this lovely little structure. To find more about the history of the cinquain, check out this week’s Tweetspeak Poetry prompt.