Eight-line Poems

Fruit Pies

Fruit Pies

Sometimes writing is a scramble through the undergrowth,
clothes catching and flesh tearing with the thorns of sloth,
as we search for those succulent blackberries of ideas,
inspiration worth more than the scratch on my knee is.

The reward is clear in our joy-stained grins of success,
those purple-pigmented proofs of harvesting excess,
and the delight in eyes that imagine the pastried pies
already baking in our heated craniums to form the prize.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 11.18.22
Prompt: Scramble.