by Ashley Lister
We screw and screw
the weekend through
We do not stop. We
take no break.
On Saturdays it’s all
we do
You tame my one-eyed
trouser snake
We’re at it ‘til our bodies
ache.
We screw and screw
through all Sunday
You ride me like a thoroughbred
These two-day-long
rolls in the hay
Can leave my looking
like I’m dead
Yet still I’m grateful
that we wed.
A quintain, is recorded by the Collins English Dictionary
with two definitions:
1 a post or target set up for
tilting exercises for mounted knights or foot soldiers
2 the exercise of tilting at such
a target
The dictionary overlooks the fact that a quintain is also a
five line poem. Obviously we’ve looked at many short poetic forms on here in
the past, several of which are limited to five lines. Both types of cinquain (traditional and contemporary) can be counted
as quintains. Similarly, the typical limerick falls under this header. As does the
English quintain, such as the one above and the one below.
The rhyme scheme for English quintains is usually A-B-A-B-B.
There is no set measure or foot (the number and type of syllables or feet). Sometimes
quintains work well in longer ballads. Other times a single verse is enough.
Do me in the morning
Or do me late at
night
Do me without warning
Don’t bother being
polite
But please just do me
right
As always, I look forward to enjoying your English quintains
in the comments box below.
Luscious examples!
Observing Thanksgiving (English Quintain)
By Lisabet Sarai
I'm still your slave, absurd as that might seem
Three decades and two continents apart.
Of kneeling naked at your feet I dream,
of yielding all to you, both whole and part,
my lips and tits, my cunt and ass and heart.
You, poised above me, eager to deflower
vanilla innocence…and years unwind.
That moment when I understood your power
burns fresh as ever. Once again you bind
me, wrists and ankles, heart and mind.
One of the things I love about these exercises is that each writer uses the form in their own distinctive voice. These quintains could only have been written by you – very stylish.
Thanks, Ashley.
Even my poetry is cerebral… ;^)