Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
The number of poems enforces the use of blog format with ten poems per page. |
Pearl Buried treasure for the lady’s pleasure, when the oyster bit on a piece of grit, and chewed the fat till it looked like that, a pearl to reap from the rolling deep. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 10.30.23 Prompt: Illustration of a pearl within an oyster. |
A Culinary Disaster The chef is so busy, he’s all in a tizzy, he’s had a request for the soup he makes best, the one made from humour (or so runs the rumour) but he’s looked in the crock and there’s no laughing stock. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 10.29.23 Prompt: Laughing stock. |
A Culinary Skill Just a spoonful of spice is ever so nice, if taken with rice, or scattered on ice by hard-working mice, perhaps once or twice, at a pinch, even thrice - if more, it’s a vice. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaaaaaa For Express It In Eight, 10.28.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Friday Drenched by drizzle, the silvered streets reflect the dull and dismal sky; attendant atmosphere, garnished with gloom, gives backdrop sad and grey; such soft syncopation sings a song of Saturday. Line count: 8 Blank verse For Express It In Eight, 10.27.23 Prompt: Write a gray poem. |
Requiem for Reality O brave new world, this dream of former ages, from the first dream unfurled, words writ on other pages, sentences from ancient wiles, designed for wishes fled, in long forgotten styles, now flourishing but dead. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.26.23 Prompt: A dream within a dream. |
Secret Yes, I know a secret, but I cannot tell - I learned it from an egret and swore I would not yell the news of it abroad, though it squirms inside of me, I cannot breathe a word, I’ve forgotten it, you see. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.25.23 Prompt: Don’t tell. |
Christmas Wrapping When winter hones the wind to keenest edge, and creeps upon my skin with sharp intent, seeps inside my bones to steal resistance, shivers sensibilities to sealed surrender, then wrap me in the closest clothes and cloth, roll me in the fattest folds of furry blanket, fill my soul with soothing steaming sauces, and present me tied with central-heated bow. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.24.23 Prompt: Write a wrapped-up poem. |
Ditch You’re in the army now you’re not behind the plow you’ll never get rich by digging a ditch you’re in the army now. Isham Jones 1917 You may have abandoned the ditch, but here’s the saddening hitch, you’ll still be digging deep - enough to make you weep; take heed of the date up there, ‘twas a year that you may be aware, must have come as a terrible wrench that the ditch had become a trench. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 10.23.23 Prompt: Ditch. |
Location It’s not what you do but where you do it that matters, get that wrong and your reputation’s in tatters; we consider roadside billboards as desecration, replacement of vista with picture, adulteration, the neon sign and flashing lights are too glitzy, but in their place they can make things seem ritzy, and the posters of Mucha and Lautrec are a treasure, works of art both fine and priced beyond measure. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 10.22.23 Prompt: The Highway Beautification Act. Note: Google Alphonse Mucha and Henri de Toulouse Lautrec. |
Egress Whirlygig, twirlygig, drill bit, screw fit, spiral stair, winding scare, higher rate, fire escape, round and round, toward the ground, rotational, gyrational, descending, unending, red wall, shadows tall. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.19.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |