Style: Cinquain
Stained Glass Pulpit
Her lips
mouthed out prayers
against alabaster
fingers. Brittle spine sinking down
onto
stone.
Square teeth
cut into crimson
sin, tongue seeking out
forgiveness.
Flesh
corrosive, carnal
stretching, splitting, sullying.
Now the works of the flesh are evident:
humanity.
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With Style: Poetry - Monthly Poetry Style Challenges
PoetryHello and welcome to the Poets Pub's poetry style challenges. Each month we will be challenging our members to write poetry in a new style. Have you ever written a sonnet, limerick, haiku, or BLITZ poem? Well now is your chance to exercise your p...
