Eight-line Poems

Mourn

Mourn

Wasting time in YouTube,
I was seduced by too many videos of home,
seduced and reduced to mourning
those narrow, shaded lanes,
damp roads promising rain later,
clouds playing in a laundered sky,
a thousand accents in the thronging streets,
and I am left bereft.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 01.05.22
Prompt: Mourn.