I wrote a few sidlak poems over the past few days. This form, which has 4 lines of 3-5-7-9 syllables and concludes with a fifth line that is a color, has been fun. I found out about it from Abigail Gronway, who also wrote a nice one. Shared with the Tuesday Platform.
In a library,
On antique, sturdy table —
I sense the musty smell of old books
Proper meter? Rhyme?
Freedom in form anytime.
Word queen of my poetry world, hued
Oppressing like a devil,
A cardboard box, sent, undelivered: