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. |
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. |
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. |