Eight-line Poems

Song for the Postmodern

Song for the Postmodern

In the sixties we were just learning to fly -
now we can and inhabit the sky.
Imagination sets the day’s agenda
and we’re all girls with the name of Brenda.
With no bounds to personal desire,
we fly forever higher and higher,
and though the sky is total illusion,
it matters not to our delusion.


Line count: 8
Rhyming couplets
For Express It In Eight, 03.07.23
Prompt: Learning to fly.