Eight-line Poems

Entropy

Entropy

There is beauty in decay too,
the creeping rust that clothes
with colour a forgotten trowel,
the slow explosion of a battery
corroded with white powder,
a rootless fungus growth,
the lost corner of the garden,
haunt of bramble and moss.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 09.13.22
Prompt: Corrode.