Jane Dougherty issued a butterfly cinquain poetry challenge a while ago. I’m a beat behind, Jane. Here’s my attempt, not quite accurate, since I added one syllable at the beginning and end. Oh well, still a nice shape.
This is in response to the man with the hair and all the hate-filled rhetoric.
And one more now
Nudging the hands nearer
To midnight on the clock of doom.
Remember how to count to ten?
One, two, three, and four–then
Deep breath in and
If you’ve never heard of The Doomsday Clock.