Butterfly Cinquain 8

blind worm
writhes, knots himself
into a pink and red
cat’s cradle, I slice the earth clod
and he
tumbles into utter darkness
as the brown soil crumbles,
no tomb for him –
he’s home
butterfly cinquain © Freya Pickard 2016
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2 Comments on “Butterfly Cinquain 8”

  1. Frank Says:

    I really enjoyed this one.


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