Eight-line Poems

Radio

Radio

Here’s to the sounds of radio,
not the eff-em beast of today,
but the old kind with glowing valves
and weary waits for warm-up,
little windows on numbered dials,
shrieks and whistles, moans and groans
of static interference, garbled voices,
as tuning finds the narrow band.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.16.22
Prompt: Write an interference poem.