Eight-line Poems

Cold on the Plateau

Cold on the Plateau

The chill of a Transvaal night,
hikers curled up and shivering
in sleeping bags by the brazier,
gravel stones digging into flesh,
dawn silhouetting the horizon,
as it erodes the dark vault above.
They stumble to the water trough,
break the ice to splash their faces.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.11.21
Prompt: Break the ice.