Eight-line Poems 2

Homage à Paul Simon

Homage à Paul Simon

Darkened the night and misty
the air dim and green in its humidity
the smell of damp in our nostrils
and a hint of rain extending its tendrils.

By the treehouse and ladder
in the gaunt, untidy thorn tree alone
with memory’s children on the ragged branch
“and the moon rose over an open field.”


Line count: 8
Free verse, in spite of the rhymes
For Express It In Eight, 06.21.24
Prompt: As per illustration.
Note: The last line is a quote from Paul Simon’s song, “America.”