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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. |
| September Morn The nascent day comes later now with a cool breeze at the morning window the cat in her usual position, inhaling the outside but in loaf pose, legs tucked under for warmth, head nestled in shoulders and the crows no longer extracting her growls of frustration, she gazes. It’s the twenty-second and autumn. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.22.21 Prompt: Nascent. |
| Maelstrom The spiral galaxy turning in the void, like the eye in the hurricane, the tidal whirlpool in the strait, water hastening towards the drain, slowly at first, unconvinced of direction, but gaining speed, the centre’s proximity persuading to join the rush to oblivion. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.20.21 Prompt: Maelstrom |
| How Green Was My Country England is the land of lawn, social class revealed in grass, how manicured the green carpet, how lush the tiny blades. Summer celebrated and defined by hum of mowers, tennis, croquet, bowls, all struggles on the lawn. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.17.21 Prompt: Manicure. |
| Posers Old Ma Enig and Miss Terry, owners of Conan’s drum, fond of riddles and mystery, but sucked it from their thumbs.* Oh, what a pair of ducks they be, paradox and teaser, but a quest on Darjeeling tea, questions set to freeze yer. * sucked it from their thumbs - https://english.stackexchange.com/questions/114939/is-the-phrase-i-just-sucked-i... Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, 09.16.21 Prompt: Mystery. |
| Seasonal Advice Autumn is in the air, the herald of winter proceeding from his lair, frost about to splinter. Now is the fabled time to trumpet deeds to all, to let our voices climb, pride comes before the Fall. Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, 09.15.21 Prompt: Pride. |
| Astronomy Scale the wall of separation from infinity to gaze into the eye of God; you can look but never touch those dancing spheres and fiery orbs, their bright performance in the eternal dark, the shadowed distance, is for entertainment only, a gift from His undying love. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.14.21 Prompt: Illustration of man looking over a wall at the universe. |
| Fortune Cookie A fragile thing, the fortune cookie, too brittle to be easily opened, they’ll brook no premature lookie, not even for reasons jocund. The paper’s rolled and sealed inside, its message unknown, unlooked, but if you ask me to decide, I’d say the books are cooked! Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, 09.13.21 Prompt: Fortune Cookie Day. |
| Challenge On some high and distant hill stands Johnny the commander, so masterful of strength and will, the terror of lowlanders. He frowns down on his minions and shouts out his dominion, “I’m the king of the castle and you’re the dirty rascal!” Line count: 8 Seven syllables per line, rhymed ababccdd For Express It In Eight, 09.10.21 Prompts: Commander, distant. |
| Linguistics Oh to be a polyglot, so many ways to say thank you and thanks a lot, danke shoen and that’s okay, merci beaucoup, grazie, gracias and dankie something else in Farsi; I sound like a sneeze in hankie. Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, 09.08.21 Prompt: Polyglot. |
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