Treasure Island

Ferdinand L Quintos

(October 18,1942 / Bayambang, Pangasinan, Philippines)

Chain Poem/Name 2: SALOME


She fills the air with an aura
As sweet as that of an angel,
Lifts me out of dreary limbo,
Oozes with charm, expels the gloom,
Melts my being with an intense
Ecstasy that seem limitless.

(A chain poem is like any ordinary poem. However, every line after the first starts with the last letter of the last word of the line it follows. The last letter of the last word of the last line ends with the first letter of the first word of the first line. There is, thus, no rhyme scheme. On the other hand, a name poem is, actually, an acrostic.)

Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013

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