Eight-line Poems 2

Nemesis

Nemesis

The curtains billow with the breeze from an open window
like sails set in the darkness of a moonless night
they caress the stiff form of the high table in attendance
sentry to the silent room lit by a beam from an errant streetlight.

Evidence of bedtime’s last cocoa ritual of long ago
a cup and saucer braves the flow of air and movement
a stalwart figure on the lonely height of spotlight frozen
suspended time now prepares the waiting fate for action.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 07.01.24
Prompt: As per illustration.