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Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
The number of poems enforces the use of blog format with ten poems per page. |
Reverie If poets ruled the world, we’d not throw, we’d hurl; beer would still be bottled, but its colour would be mottled; we’d never lose our way, there’d be something else to say, and words wouldn’t rhyme, we’d demand that they chime. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 10.05.21 Prompt: Bottle. |
![]() ![]() Cat to Human You cannot see me, hidden in this cave; I’m the hunter brave, feline wild and free I see you come near my ambush prepared; you may not seem scared, your leg will learn fear. Line count: 8 Rhyme scheme abba For Express It In Eight, 10.04.21 Prompt: Illustration of cat hiding in paper bag. |
Bat Appreciation Month Halloween may be a-comin’ and now’s the time for being batty, flying foxes nightly summoned, leaving thee and me quite scatty. Vampire legends fill the dark, Jack o’ lanterns, sooty cats, scary ghouls, maybe a snark, wingèd rats, not baseball bats! Line count: 8 Trochaic tetrameter rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.02.21 Prompt: Bat Appreciation Day. |
Frozen in Time Somewhere in the forest a mighty pine bleeds, the golden viscous sap running as a turgid river, slowly, deliberately, near unmoving. An insect lands, sinks into the stream, trapped as the flow hardens in transparent clarity, and time turns sap and tree and forest into sea. The waters smooth and shape the pine’s blood and, washed up on the shore, a gnat in amber. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.01.21 Prompt: Frozen in time. |
Song of Seasons Spring arrives, white-tipped and rattling like swans preening in the reeds while summer opens the vaulted sky the grass flushed green and sighing until autumn strews starlings like seed and the winter wind will follow after so the Earth turns in its wending path harmonic revolutions of the seasons. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.30.21 Prompt: Poem using words from each of three poems. |
![]() ![]() Call of the Wild Well, yes, of course I am a rebel and my middle name is Jezebel, a gull who understands its being is to deceive and leave unseeing the gullible and easily fooled; to break the rules I have been schooled, now my goal is to uproot this sign - my bedroom wall demands it’s mine. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.29.21 Prompt: Picture of gull upon sign declaring “No gulls.” |
Heads and Tails The truth is plain and unadorned, there’s no need to embellish what’s clear cannot be suborned, to do so would be hellish It’s lies that need prettifying with twirls and swirls and tweaking, and sleights unedifying, so devious and sneaking. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 09.28.21 Prompt: Embellish. |
![]() ![]() Bowl brown bulging bellied flecked with flickering filigree fires fuelled and filled with fruit for feast nights this the food for thought and glad the day’s celebration also the artist’s aim at adipose illumination satisfaction in the rounded shape the upturned mouth agape swell bellied Line count: 8 Form: Octaz Rhyme For Express It In Eight, 09.27.21 Prompt: Bowl. |
Mirrors Between the mirrors lies the image repeating fore and aft, reflection receding stage by stage, reiteration to infinity, countless copies to distance swathed. A moving finger replicates, each shrinking, twitching digit bathed in light from other worlds. Line count: 8 Rhymed abacdedf For Express It In Eight, 09.26.21 Prompt: Infinity. |
Father Time Father Time, dreaming in his subterranean cavern,* stretches an arm through the blanket earth, up, up to the world above. His fingers close on an aged tree, plucks it like a grape. He dreams of harvest. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.24 21 Prompt: Photo of fingers around a tree. * In one of the Narnian books, the adventurers pass through a cavern in which sleeps the giant Father Time until the end of the world. |