Like earthquake survivors

Concealed beneath

The sun-table

Bench-fellow to none

With the waning of

The sky-candle

The shadows prowl

Consuming the world

Have you heard of Kennings? I hadn't until the recent issues of the PoetsPub Pub Chatter and contests. I wasn't sure if I could incorporate them into a poem, but it appears I can! Here's my attempt:

For the kennings, they're old Norse and mean:

Sky-Candle ~ Sun

Sun-Table ~ Sky

Bench-fellow ~ Friend

One thing I do like about these contests is the way they make me explore different forms of poetry. I'm expanding my knowledge and methods. I'm finding new ways to express things. I think that's pretty cool! We never stop learning.