An introduction to mine, that is. It’s very doubtful you haven’t come across such things before. As sonnets were to Elizabethans, acrostics are to me: a poetical diversion and an exercise in one. The variation in name length (I almost always base it on a name) inspires different solutions for meter and rhyme… if I decide to use either.
Presented here for your entertainment are a few acrostics. More will likely follow.
As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies
O my lady, my fairest dear, my sweetest, loveliest one
Your lips have splashed my dull house with the speech of flowers
My hands are hallowed where they touched over your
It is good to be weary from that brilliant work
It is being God to feel your breathing under me
A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning . . .
Don’t let anyone in to wake us.