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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. |
Seasons The days grow long and the nights dwindle as spring tightens its grip. No more the moonbeams play at the midnight window, no more the heaters tick. The earth turns, the seasons change and summer is icumen in. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, March 25 2021 Prompt: Dwindle, moonbeam. Note: “Summer is icumen in” is a quote from a medieval English song called The Cuckoo Song. It means, of course, that summer is a-coming in. |
Campfire The embers of the fire are low now, a glow between the black shapes of wood, waxing when the wind breathes, but sometimes, even in these last moments, some hidden store of sap explodes, releasing sparks to flutter in the night sky like the last fireworks of the display, a final hurrah of a life long lived. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, March 24 2021 Prompt: Ember. |
I Didn’t Pick the Tools ‘Twas the day after the night before and the cat had been fiddlin’ some more, the cows had been moon jumping, then to earth they came bumping, while the dish, having eaten too soon, was asking a ransom for the spoon. Little Bo Peep departed this time - she’d been in the wrong nursery rhyme. Line count: 8 Rhyme scheme aa bb cc For Express It In Eight, March 23 2021 Prompt: Illustration of cows in the sky. |
Duck! How strange it is that a duck should be the hint to ensure a miss. Unless, of course, it’s to do with the fact down comes from a duck not a horse. Plus it’s easier to say than “Get outa the way!” Line count: 8 Rhyme scheme: aba cdc ee For Express It In Eight, March 22 2021 Prompt: Duck. |
Don’t Turn Around Our past is littered with moments, a great garbage heap of discarded time, revelations, ennui, inspiration, incandescence, heaped one on another, mountains of past glories and forgotten despair, a vast desert of used lives interspersed with jewels of memory. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, March 21 2021 Prompt: Write a moment poem. |
Heartbeat The rhythm of the heart, that ba-bump ba-bump, is the backbeat of life, the metronome of us all, counting the moments, quick quick for the mice, thump thump for the whale, we dance to our cadence. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, March 19 2021 Prompt: Heartbeat. |
Between Between the bread and the butter, there’s the filling, between the beginning and the end, there’s the story, between the first step and the last, there’s the journey, between the dream and the reality, there’s the life. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, March 18 2021 Prompt: Between. |
Coffee Dark, aromatic coffee beans, spilling from a burlap sack, like liquid comfort spread upon our fevered lives, reminds me that we measure such myriads of little things with cups and scoops and litres, meant for stuff that flows. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, March 17 2021 Prompt: Photo of coffee beans spilling from a sack. |
Peach Ponderings The peach is such a funny fruit, it wears a furry suit, yet grows in countries warm and sunny, the lands of milk and honey. Its flesh is fresh and very juicy, it runs down chins quite loosely, but in the centre bides the stone, old and wrinkled, a dried-out crone. Line count: 8 Rhyming couplets For Express It In Eight, March 16 2021 Prompt: Peach. |
On Reflection I’ve done the quests, dreamed heroic deeds midst vaulting spires in lands of long ago, fought hopeless battles ‘gainst fearful odds, rescued distressèd damsels and now I’d like my rest. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, March 15th 2021 Prompt: Quest. |