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...
In the sepia tones of long ago,
the giraffe stands in the shade,
watching as the clouds boil overhead,
heralds of the approaching storm
and the future. Oh Africa,
now is your magnificence departed,
your broad plains blasted
in the birth pains of tomorrow.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.18.23
Prompt: As per illustration.
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