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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

MAGPIE TALES: LES FENETRES



Cinquains are fun: the syllables run in this order per 5 lines--2, 4, 6, 8, 2. I used to day-dream in classes about when I'd be able to wear my French looking open-toe sling backs after a long winter. I wish I owned a pair of shoes like the above from Magpie Tales.

LES FENETRES

Windows
I look out of
while I sit in English
Class wondering how long before
I can

wear sling
backs, how flirty
these windows look, filling
with green buds and snazzy birds blitz-
ing by!

6 comments:

Jingle said...

fun,
well done!

willow said...

Love the blitzing of those snazzy birds! I can remember having those same kinds of thoughts, way back when.

Tumblewords: said...

Snazzy birds and slingbacks - a pair to draw to, for sure! Fun!

Suz said...

I loved counting the syllables!

Vicki Lane said...

Fun one, Kay! How many dreams we've all dreamed staring out those classroom windows -- I did it even when I was the teacher.

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

You caught so much in that glimpse out (or back through) that flirty window, with the gree buds and blitzing birds.

Although with your fine poetry chops, you may sometimes find it tedious to have to explain what a cinquain and other poem structures and meters are, I, for one, really appreciate it, as it would probably go unnoticed by me, otherwise. And I am probably not the only "unlernd" reader out here. You are right that cinquains are fun, I have tried my hand at a cinquain for this week's magpie tale.