30 Poems in 30 Days: Day Six. Crappy Cinquain

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.

Adelaide Crapsey
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.



 feel shite

 hormones running

 at least that’s my excuse

for feeling like I want to stab




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