t'was way beyond the pier that a tune she did hear serenading her ears luring sounds that turned gears she came braving her fears
melodies of folklore though more than metaphor pace low beside field crops hail high over treetops and between their long legs
words of gradual grace dance to timbre in jest to disturb silent rest with chords as bright as light and words as dark as night
she walked along the shore until she stood before fingers forming a bridge pulling her deep within between the broken ridge
calls of the canary walk the tributary under the sky's red eye bathed in its scarlet light within the black twilight
observing closer now golden pieces of art pierced the walls of her heart luminescent light shows complete at midnight's close
A personal challenge poem I wrote a while ago that was to tell a story that went with a picture while having 6 blocks of text with 5 lines of 6 syllables each. Why only 5 lines? Because I liked the flow better.