Trumpet Skies Descend #cinquain #butterflycinquain

trumpets
distant voices call
golden tones play purple
birds unseen are heard in distance
muted
embers grow soft, oboe to flute
the somber sky descends
heavy eyelids
dying

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today was a choice between synonyms only and writing a butterfly cinquain with a color word included. I chose the later. I’ll let you decide on the meaning ;)

39 thoughts on “Trumpet Skies Descend #cinquain #butterflycinquain

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  3. WildChild47

    Very evocative Trent – it’s like slipping into the sunset sky itself …. and I really like how you’ve used the colours and different elements, sound (birds) and musical instruments …. definitely very rich ….. a very perfect combination coming together …. :D

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