More Cinquains

I've been posting on Writer's Digest for quite some time, and occasionally there are challenges which could land a participant in the print magazine. Most recently, the challenge was to write a cinquain. So, keep your fingers crossed for me. Here are a few of my entrees:

LABRYNTH
I am blind,
learning to walk
through the pure, perfect eyes
of the handless; tongues cut out
their mouths.

SWEET CRUSH
Palms sweaty,
he chanced her smile
as they picked apart a
cotton candy and climbed aboard the
ferris wheel.

ELBOW HIGH
Cornfields
struggled last year,
the stalks drooped down to the
ground, kneeling in the dust for fallen
soldiers.

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