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. |
North Norfolk Coast Just here, the tide goes out for miles, sand flats lifted into view, the sea a distant line before the sky, where the shallow ripples lap by the shore, foaming and energy spent, nibbling at the land’s defences. Turning, we see the low green dunes far away and hurry back to escape the sea’s return. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.20.22 Prompt: Write a shallow poem. |
A Reading Family In the days before teevee our Sundays were so free, lazy mornings in quiet leisure, the newspaper the greatest pleasure. Sections there for one and all, choice for first from bed to crawl, slouched in chair or on the floor, comics ruled within our door. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.19.22 Prompt: A childhood memory that still brings you joy to think of. |
Sunset The smiling face of sunset beaming in the furnace glow happy on the wings of day swimming in the cloak of night bronze the rippled sea below molten dreams of tomorrow rising from the shadowed deep to wrap our embered sleep. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.18.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Community of Property It was hard when you left, indeed, I am bereft, now I live without you, our dreams are all snafu, cold now the empty bed, as never since we wed, but worst of our sad fall, you took your half of all. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 09.17.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Money It may not grow on trees, no greenbacks in the breeze, no piles of leaves in fall, no fruitful times for all, but even if it did, to some it would be hid, one can climb, t’other cannot, and few can scoop the lot. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 09.16.22 Prompt: Money doesn’t grow on trees. |
Distance That blue uncertain line, drawn in horizontal mist, between the sky and far away, the measure of our universe, containment in eternal sphere, blue above and blue beneath, object of idyllic dreams, the place we know as distance. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.15.22 Prompt: Distance. |
A Dog’s Life Oh, I’ll stick with you, though the signs are not auspicious; it hasn’t rained in ages and sitting there won’t change that. A bad place to settle, as even a cat would know, but I signed on the line and dogs don’t break the contract. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.14.22 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Entropy There is beauty in decay too, the creeping rust that clothes with colour a forgotten trowel, the slow explosion of a battery corroded with white powder, a rootless fungus growth, the lost corner of the garden, haunt of bramble and moss. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.13.22 Prompt: Corrode. |
Worlds Within Worlds Deep in the foliage where the shadows play with sunbeams, life stirs in secret, bugs, mites and creepy crawlies, unmindful of the great ones continuing their business, in another world. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 09.12.22 Prompt: Foliage. |
Crocodile You must admit the crocodile does have amazing sense of style. Why else would the trendy always choose an alligator purse or crocodile shoes? There must be something in our roots creating a yen for crocskin boots, and think of how your heart does melt at prospect of a matching belt. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.10.22 Prompt: Crocodile. |