Eight-line Poems

Incandescence

Incandescence

We came to a place where the trees thinned out,
their bare trunks disappearing into the mist,
like paint streaks against the wall of glowing light,
while dark forms moved across the waters,
enigmatic in shape, merging with the shadows,
just trunks like the trees, cut off by their canoes,
and a black bridge without reflection behind them.
The vision dissolved in trembling ripples ahead.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 12.13.22
Prompt: As per illustration.