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nt forays into the form revealed that a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem is a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinquain">Crown Cinquain</a>.</p><p id="5fc9">Thanks for reading my poem!</p><p id="7197">The Prompt. Thank you, <a href="undefined">Suntonu Bhadra</a></p><div id="2005" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/poems-are-alive-connecting-us-together-across-boundaries-to-breathe-and-smile-dc82f38ece66"> <div> <div> <h2>Poems Are Alive, Connecting Us Together Across Boundaries to Breathe And Smile</h2> <div><h3>Paper Poetry Digest # 25, timeline: April 1–30, 2022</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*anbVFzTA01_t-fTC-Te-cg.gif)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="7a3c">Some other lovely mother poems from <a href="undefined">Carolyn Hastings</a></p><div id="48d5" class="l

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ink-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/mother-6fb1370f316e"> <div> <div> <h2>Mother</h2> <div><h3>Melding XX geneterations</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*VGivrnNHLy9qaDVaVxqOiA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="982e">and Shadai at <a href="undefined">Poetic Therapy</a></p><div id="82b2" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/flowers-for-mothers-f0b917d47883"> <div> <div> <h2>Flowers for Mothers</h2> <div><h3>Mothers Day Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*-0SXYk3rubOaEJqNo1-ReQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Raine Lore with eldest child — from the archives of author

A Baby, Yet a Mother Be!

Sad child bride — someone to love

“Oh, my! A wasted life! Don’t stop, walk on, eyes down. We knew she would amount to nought. Trollop!”

Married, Planned pregnancy, A need to love — be loved. A life to hold to aching breast, My son!

Backs turned. I can do this Though gaslit, ridiculed, Approval withheld — never mind, I’m strong!

Fortress to protect us. Impenetrable love. Your arrows fall to ground. I am MOTHER!

Secrets I whisper, “Dear, Drums of life are beating. Our love army growing; twin hearts. Siblings!”

I am quite new to the wonderful world of poetry — all credit for encouraging me goes to Carolyn Hastings. Thanks Carolyn.

My personal poem above is a collection of American Cinquains. Recent forays into the form revealed that a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem is a Crown Cinquain.

Thanks for reading my poem!

The Prompt. Thank you, Suntonu Bhadra

Some other lovely mother poems from Carolyn Hastings

and Shadai at Poetic Therapy

W11 Prompt
Mothers
Baby
Love
Crown Cinquain
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