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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. |
Capgras Insurance Scheme Capgras Insurance Scheme, replacement of like for like, it’s not so as you’d know that this Johnny’s not your tyke. He looks just the same, in fact, he’s a double, the only difference being he’s demonstrably less trouble! Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In eight, 06.24.23 Prompt: Capgras Syndrome - the belief that someone, or something, close to you has been replaced by an exact duplicate. |
![]() ![]() The Butterfly Ball Tiddles disguised as a butterfly attended the butterfly ball; I should have warned and explained why, they bake with pollen - that’s all. Their pancakes are really petals, not suitable fare for a cat; the tea is made from a nettle, and the flour is just flower and that’s that! Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.23.23 |
Leather Leather belt makes my midriff melt leather couch makes my legs go ouch leather shoe makes you all go ooh leather life is a sign of strife for the cow at least (it’s a useful beast). Line count: 8 (+2) Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 06.22.23 Prompt: Write a leathery poem. |
River The river is a wondrous thing, it makes a ge-o-grapher sing, that such a mighty, moving throng of droplets joined in current strong should start as little raindrops frail, or snowflakes mild, or stinging hail, united on this parchèd earth to flowing symbol of rebirth. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabbccdd, all lines of eight syllables For Express It In Eight, 06.21.23 Prompt: National Rivers Month. |
Summer Song Summer takes the cloak from spring, dries it, throws it over shoulder, stills the morning birdsong clamour, paints the trees in darkened hue, breathes a heated midday pause, sings with constant cricket voice, lingers in the long and limpid evening, bakes another fruitful harvest. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.20.23 Prompt: Personify summer in a poem. |
Ocean Splashing at the edge of life, we play in the shallows, deaf to the ocean’s strife, the abyss of endless fallow. Not for us the crushing deep and twinkling monster’s lights, cascading dust that lulls to sleep, in the realm of infinite night. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.19.23 Prompt: Shallow. |
Poor Sink The kitchen sink gurgles in relief or desperation, at least it’s not been burgled but left in sad stagnation. Always the exception rejected as the bride, drained is its perception and ever clogged its pride. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.18.23 Prompt: Everything but the kitchen sink. |
Forever The thing about forever, it might as well be never, since we will never get there and in this life you’ll not care. Think of it as a movie, no matter how it’s groovy, two hours, enough, any more and your butt will be so sore. Line count: 8 Rhyming couplets For Express It In Eight, 06.16.23 Prompt: The truth about forever. |
Dial What does the needle dread so much, what is it makes it tremble? It shivers from the slightest touch and fear it does resemble. Is it that the lady fair does not require an answer? When standing on the scales she dares, she dreams of being dancer. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.15.23 Prompt: Write a trembly poem. |
![]() ![]() Surreal Watch carefully, children, don’t make a spectacle of yourself, for Salvador is on the prowl, just dial Dali laid in Aldi, the clouds are torn in Moon impressions, you do the desert dance, and, in the evening greening sunset, surreal is the day. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.24.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |