He Sits in the Garden
This cinquian chain was written in response to this week’s Poefusion’s Friday Five prompt. This week’s words were: priest, ring, garden, magnifying glass, and backseat. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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He sits
in the garden,
considering an unseen
fork in the future path before
his feet.
He sits
in the garden,
remembering backseat
embraces and kisses, stolen
and sweet.
He sits
in the garden,
magnifying his heart
under glass to watch its fevered
debate.
He sits
in the garden,
holding a golden ring
in his slick, nervous fingers as
he waits.
He sits
in the garden,
waiting for the woman
who beckons from him love and joy,
released.
He sits
in the garden,
thinking of his parents
who were hoping that he’d become
a priest.
Written 7/3/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved
I truly enjoyed your poem. I think everyone should have the opportunity to live life the way it makes them happiest. Life’s to short to be lived any other way. Nice job. Have a nice day.
parents.. how could they ever wish celibacy on their offspring… i will never understand…
this was a fun,, if nervous,, poem….
Fun… I love how you build up the image, verse by verse, so we get a clearer and clearer idea of what is happening!
this rings true for many–I remember a friend in school whose mother insisted he be a priest
I agree with Lirone, you did a masterful job of building up the image until the focus was clear.
oh, i like the contemplative nature of this cinquain.
I like the turn at the end and throughout a real sense of the subject’s emotion. Another tough form done well.
Thank you, everybody!
-Nicole
excellent form raven..
Thank you, piece of pie.
-Nicole