In conversation with fellow “30 poemer” Roxy Contin, I remarked that I was in a foul mood and not keen to produce today’s poem. She suggested a cinquain, since it’s short. In researching this particular form, I learnt of the “Crapsey Cinquain” named after Adelaide Crapsey.
I thought it summed up my feelings nicely.
So I present, my Crappy Cinquain.
Fellow grumpy, menopausal women will particularly relate to this, I hope.
at least that’s my excuse
for feeling like I want to stab