Eight-line Poems

Winter in the Reedbed

Winter in the Reedbed

The wind kisses the tops of the dry reeds,
urging them to a clatter of bent protest
as they rattle in a stately dance, united
in morose discomfiture of disturbance.

Yet they roll in obedience to the gust,
waves of sunshine and shadow sweeping
their husked multitude, their parched stems
elegant in response to the mischief air.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.16.23
Prompt: Write a clatter poem.