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. |
Flying Dutchman The ghost ship slips from the fog under a full moon, the spectre silent on the silver wave, starkly bright in the sudden light, the Flying Dutchman trying yet to round the Cape, unbroken, but cursed. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.29.22 Prompt: Illustration of olf galleon in the fog. |
Shoehorns The thing about shoehorns that makes them forlorn, as they neared extinction, having lost their distinction, as the chosen implement of the large-footed gent with shoes just too small; it was velcro began their fall. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 08.28.22 Prompt: Shoehorn. |
Craftsman and Craft The handle, polished by practised use to a pearlesque sheen, greets the touch with familiarity, hand and implement interacting in perfect motion. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.27.22 Prompt: Pearlesque. |
Guerilla Writer Guerilla writer approaches under cover of horror, loads philosophy into his AK47, camouflages with romance, plots his fantasy with science, spins the hypnotic drama, and attacks before dawn in children’s literature. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.25.22 Prompt: Guerilla. |
Tumbleweed Out on the plains, where the road lies straight from here to hazy distance, driven by the wind, the tumbleweed lines up along the fence, its journey halted by the only obstacle in miles, and home a wind change away. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.24.22 Prompt: Driven. |
Arrangements A grave subject, this business of graves, or maybe to face the flames of cremation. In the event it might not matter at all, our being concerned only with tunnels and lights. Line count: 8 For Express It In Eight, 08.23.22 Prompt: Grave. |
Aquifer Way down in the dark depths, through layer and strata, pressed under the weight of earth, the aquifer holds its bounty, hidden and secret, unknown, it stores millennial waters, waiting on discovery, to soak the fields above. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.21.22 Prompt: Aquifer. |
Orbit The great curve of the Earth, trajectory in space, wheeling through the darkness and treading once again the endless path of time, a slingshot round the sun, circles within circles, once more, eternal round. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 08.20.22 Prompt: Curve. |