Its April of 2020 and Day 17 of A to Z challenge. This year, I am doing Metaphors. Be it a movie, song, painting, book, idiom, etc. I plan to give a perspective to it with an explanation and a 8 line poem.
Quinkins, the term has debatable meanings and depth. The term has history in various domains through dissimilar timelines. There are novels written where Quinkins are aboriginal dream-time creatures which are of two kinds, the friendly one and the evil ones. These Quinkins are a nocturnal giant reported from Cape York, Queensland. There is also Australian Yowies, known as Quinkins, the mysterious legends of a tribe of giant hairy people (also known for rock art).
Well, the modern dictionary says Quinkins are the dried remains or dregs of food left in the bottom of a pan. Metaphorically, it means something of very little value. Though there is hardly any connection in the timeline of usage, I find it to be an interesting term. I am using it with the emphasis of ‘something of a very little value.’
For the nights and days,
We texted good,
In a slow sliding stint,
Forever is over,
Always is ways apart,
I never realized,
In ever, on how,
I became an quinkin.
You have probably made one a quinkin and have become to another a quinkin. The journey of life? Or are we all in a ‘life of a quinkin?’