Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
Here’s to the sounds of radio,
not the eff-em beast of today,
but the old kind with glowing valves
and weary waits for warm-up,
little windows on numbered dials,
shrieks and whistles, moans and groans
of static interference, garbled voices,
as tuning finds the narrow band.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.16.22
Prompt: Write an interference poem.
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