Eight-line Poems

Generations

Generations

The child plucks a shoot
from the bush by the door,
crushes the leaves in her fingers,
sniffs at the pungent smell
that wafts her young memory
to grandma’s house,
and old lady clothes and colours,
the scent of lavender.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 07.28.21
Prompt: Lavender.