Silsden
in Cobbydale you will always
be an incomer to
those who lived here
always
Always
Northern Lights beckon – mystical
Earth’s shield made visible
– too cold and dark
perhaps
Perhaps
the sunny South could warm our bones
but heat is hard to bear
when, old, you seek
travel
Travel
East to Holland’s green and wet heart
go on – circle the Earth
return home from
the West
The West
land of Tír na nÓg where we
may live eternally
beyond our lives’
sunset…
© Andrew Wilson, 2026
Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Laura Bloomsbury in Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft, invites us to write about leaving home…
- 25 lines
- 5 stanzas –
- 1st stanza is your home (real or imaginary)
- next 4 stanzas – each compass point away from your home
- 5 lines per stanza – quintain
- syllabic structure, optional rhyme (Crown Cinquain)*
- OR
- unrhymed and unstructured (Pentastitch)
- the title should begin or include: “Five …………”
The Crown Cinquain is a new one on me…