Thanks to Lovely Annie, I discovered a new poetic form this morning: the etheree. An etheree is a poem with ten lines, with an additional syllable for each line. It starts with one syllable and ends with ten. I love playing with new forms and had to try this one out. Here is my all-too-autobiographical account.
The Pillow Case
case. The whir whir
blur of the Kenmore's
pace makes the needle jab,
the needle stab, the thread grab
the fabric, a cambric, candent
and delicate, so delicate it
can't handle the tread of the thread and shreds.