Eight-line Poems

Those Magnificent Men...

Those Magnificent Men…

Surrender then to the abyss,
ambition mere disaster,
your dreams of flight have gone amiss
and gravity’s your master.

The design seems to have a flaw,
the wings look very flimsy;
methinks you’ll end up very sore,
your plans are really whimsy.

Fine example of brave humanity,
unless, of course, it’s just insanity.


Line count: 8 + 2
Ravenfly form (10 lines -- two quatrains and a couplet, syllables per line – 8/7/8/7 8/7/8/7 10/10, rhyme scheme – abab cdcd ee)
For Express It In Eight, 03.24.22
Prompt: Surrender.
Note: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gN-ZktmjIfE