The crash of calamitous rainfall creates a beast of a river that batters its banks.
Scoured by trees with trunks twisted from their frail grasp, gouged beyond recognition,
swallowed as waters rise, the shores silently succumb to a watery wasteland.
We wonder what will be left when the waters finally recede, the banks far from their former place.
This is my response to the prompt from Björn at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Meet the bar with dissonance, where dissonance may add an unsettling emotion that may be crucial to describing unpleasant topics, perhaps by using harsh consonants, breaking up assonance with various vowels, etc. I’ve decided to use some harsh sounds and an excess of alliteration, as well as what could be an unsettling topic. I returned home from kayaking to find this prompt and thought, hey… why not?
The Crapsey (or American cinquain) is a form of cinquain first written by Adelaide Crapsey. It’s 5 lines are not rhymed, and have a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2. A Crown Crapsey, then, is a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem, with each cinquain being a Crapsey. As it happens, my last stanza came to me first.
What is their measure? Cheeks with traces of salty trails?
I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean, yet still carry each within me. Waves of sorrow balanced by waves of joy. Swells that swallow my heart, yet set it free.
This poem is my response to Quadrille #146: Let’s Get Salty, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word salt in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.