Cinquains by Aaron Toleos
Aaron Toleos created this website in 2005 as a project for a master's thesis on Adelaide Crapsey and the cinquain. As part of his research, he spent a semester writing original cinquains. A selection of those appear below.
Aaron's reflections on writing these cinquains are available on the theory page. Scroll down to the "American cinquain" section.
Contact Aaron at aaron@toleos.com.
A QUICKENING
Nestled
into the bark
of a maple tree, the
gray moth looks dead, until I
touch it. |
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RAKING OUT THE GARDEN
In my
wake, where the clumps
of matted leaves had been,
titmice flit and tear earthworms from
the dirt. |
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SMOKER
Beneath
her new silk blouse,
past the cotton fibers
of her bra and freckled skin, lung
cancer. |
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JUMP
As the
squirrel gathers
himself on a young pine,
the maple branch he left behind
quivers. |
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MORNING COMMUTE
I can't
go fast enough
towards it, this fat blue sky,
this flood above my knuckles and
the wheel. |
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