Final three cinquains

Three final cinquains by Evelyn Coffey

Gray mist,

Speared with moonglow,

Sketched a weird silhouette

Against the fawning dusk of tall,

Gaunt trees.

* * *

Blue eyes

Hold deep-sea dreams,

Quiescent and purple

At evening, and dusted with stars

At night.

* * *

Flowers

Look to the sun

And adore him richly

In their blooming. Just so I turn

To you!

Evelyn Coffey

Cinquains

More of Evelyn’s cinquains. The last two are dated Nov. 6, 1933.

Fountain

Of life, I am

Beautiful in your eyes,

Like the sylph of your dreams, for you

Are love.

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Ragged,

Unkempt, the wind

Is a newsboy today,

screaming and screeching shrilly round

Lamp-posts.

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Gray dawn

Awoke and thrust

Her flame-tipped spear into

Night’s side. His red blood spilled, and day

Was born.

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Red hair

Is shadow-lit,

Like burnished filament,

Or shreds of copper shimmering

In fire.

Evelyn Coffey