Cinquain – Helios

Prompt 20, Hour 20 Because it’s probably very dark out right now for most of the participants, the prompt for this hour is to write a poem involving light of any kind, from the sun, to a lamp to a candle. *** Cinquain – Helios…


Magic is the making of rhyme Out of tiny sweeps, and ticking time Reaching into the ethers eternal To extract a small, ripe kernel That bursts into bloom!


He said He was for real He wanted to court me He would not cheat on or hurt me He lied