Here's a cinquain from my now out-of-print speculative poetry collection that began life as a mythic haiku that appeared on my now-long-defunct web site. I rewrote it as a cinquain for my ill-fated collection.
Poor Polyphemus!
Polyphemus's Lament
By Richard H. Fay
Blinded,
woolly flock gone,
and humans for my larder fled.
A god's son disgraced by a sly
no one.
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