Eight-line Poems 2

Besieged

Besieged

Dark, winter’s morning,
and I am snuggled in the sheets
with just an errant fingertip
released and to explore;
but even that betrays defence,
determined draught invading
and scratching at my side.

I need a weatherstrip.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.09.25
Prompt: Use two or more of these words in your poem -
skip corn chip fingertip weatherstrip apprenticeship.