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Cinqku #8

When the temperatures start to cool I can count on a few of these unwelcome visitors finding a way into my house. Now I’ve been known to get up close and personal with spiders (non-poisonous varieties) watching them for hours spin and dangle from their webs. I’m not afraid of snakes, frogs or lizards. But these monsters terrify me. They are called camel or cave crickets, aka, spider crickets, mutant crickets, criders and sprickets. Now they do not make an annoying chirping noise like their cousins. No. It’s even more horrible!!! If you happen to make eye contact with them, they will consider you a predator and jump on you! How terrifying is that?!?! Needless to say, these vermin will send me squealing, seeking shelter! I saw my first one this evening in our mud room on the wall…it must be fall!

(Of course the photo below was not taken by me…do I look crazy?!) 😳 photo credit goes to the professionals at Russell’s Pest Control.

terror
comes calling
every fall
leaping spider crickets
sprickets

~kat


A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis. 


Autumn Rhapsody

Autumn Rhapsody

she weeps fallow fronds,
flushed crimson, vermillion,
sienas, ochres,
yearning for cool eventide’s
frosted plunge, and dreams of spring

~kat

A Tanka this week for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only, Prompt Words: Fall (Autumn, weep, plunge) and Try (yearn, dream).


Fall ~ Haiku

cool autumn breezes
fading leaves drift, falling
gently letting go

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, fall.


Magnetic Poetry Monday

my soul longs for
fall’s full frosting
rustling trees
wet, withering leaves
murmur of the forest
dying, blanketed
beneath the brown

~kat

(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)


Magnetic Poetry Monday

breath of withering blossoms dying
nights grow longer, fall has come
deep brown cover softly rustles
tree boughs bare their winter bones
earth beneath her frosted blanket
rests her wild soul at dusk
cold, but for a season, rooted,
soon the spring will dawn in bloom

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit.


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