Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Poetry and butterflies

I have a blogpost in mind about a very good book I just read but I have the ho hums today.

Gonna give you a couple of cinquain poems by my wip character, Mimi Crows Berkhorn.

(Cinquain is 2,4,6,8,2 syllable lines.)

From Mimi's journal entitled: People Watching

charges the room
sticks you to me; you gush,
I blurt; no one listens; we spin
Human Jumping Beans
Met up
with a talker.
She threw her words at me,
no room for input – pro or con;
Speech rape.
Captive Audience
She has
something to prove
look at her, she's sexy
listen to her, she's smart; sexy
smart, se….
Blond Goddess
And so you have something pretty to look at to go with the poetry - in the book that I'm going to blog about, probably Friday, she mentions Bath White Butterflies.
Aren't they pretty?


  1. Love the cinquains AND the butterfly. :)

  2. And you said you were blocked. Pshaw.

    1. I realized earlier today that I need to start the story in a different place. Going to ponder that as I pool walk this am.

  3. Replies
    1. That is one pretty butterfly!

    2. (Did I just write that twice? Well, must be that your poetry is twice as nice.)

    3. You wrote it twice but you were in moderation so I only approved it once.
      Ahh thanks for liking my, oops Mimi's, poetry.