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. |
Tuesday’s Song Rampant in victory, chaos strides through the world, when all is contradictory, a faceless future upon us hurled. All our craft in disarray untidy, our cleverness revealed as daft, can we even last till Friday? Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.08.22 Prompts: Tidy, craft, rampant. Note: Okay, I cheated a little with "tidy." |
The Falling God Analescu, the falling god, drops forever into the fathomless pit, every molecule of his being blazing with bright fire in the darkness, flames roaring in the wind of his passing, smiles at you, invites you to join him in his eternal descent. Line count: 8 Free verse (very) For Express It In Eight, 11.07.22 Prompt: As per illustration. Notes: As a teenager, I read the novel, I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, by Hannah Green (real name Joanne Greenberg). I have forgotten most of it, but one enduring image has stayed with me ever since. This is Anterrabae, the falling god, a product of the protagonist’s imagination. I renamed him for my own purposes and mainly because I couldn’t remember his original name. The prompt reminded me so powerfully of Green’s strange creation that I could only write of my own version of the falling god. |
Fairies Of all people, I should know this wish for tiny humans - my worlds require a puddle, a landscape in a patch of earth, but when it comes to magic and wings so they can fly, I have to call, “Enough! All magic’s in our eye.” Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.06.22 Prompt: Fairies. |
Wings upon the Wind The boy who dreams of flight finds outlet in a kite, a windy hilltop bright, imagination’s sight, to make his footfall light, his aspirations might soar high unto the heights, and all the world’s aright. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa For Express It In Eight, 11.05.22 Prompt: Fly a kite. |
Birds on a Wire Notes in a musical score, a piece named Busy, wares in an old apothecary’s, fourth bottle on top shelf, queue for unemployment benefits, we have time, we’ll wait, crowded ski resort lifts, the snow is good this year. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.04.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
The Last Straw Larry the domestic robot, driven at last to despair, cries, “My life’s a total knot. Do the dishes, comb your hair, make the beds and sweep the floor, serve breakfast and walk the pup, wake the kids, answer the door. Are you just winding me up?” Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.01.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Gravestones The church and its attendants, ancient lichened edifice amid a stony congregation etched with the lives of the past, eroded with time and wear, that final message, once bold, now crumbling and faint, returned to the dust of ages. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.31.22 Prompt: Gravestone. |
The Road Goes Ever On Mostly dead is slightly alive and where there’s life, there’s hope, even when we fail to thrive toward recovery we grope, spirit refusing to lie down, the slightest spark can blaze again, in deepest dark the light may drown but ahead we sense the dawn. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.30.22 Prompt: Mostly dead is slightly alive. |