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Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present .
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March 4, 2022 at 11:13am
March 4, 2022 at 11:13am
#1028219
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge

The Mid-Atlantic Ridge
is more than a mere smidge;
it starts way up there,
and goes down to where
weather is like a fridge.
From all things eastern
to New World’s concerns,
it's rather like a bridge.



Line count: 8
Rhymed aabbacca
For Express It In Eight, 10.16.21
Prompt: The Mid-Atlantic Ridge.
March 4, 2022 at 11:12am
March 4, 2022 at 11:12am
#1028217
If Only He Wouldn’t Shout

The king rages on and on,
shouting of beds and heads,
the colour red, some kind of spread,
a man named Fred and something dread,
a book he’s read, the life he’s led,
a childhood sled, trouble ahead,
he seems to hate poor Simple Simon,
no idea why he wants his shed.



Line count: 8
Rhymed (this is weird) abbbbbab
For Express It In Eight, 10.15.21
Prompt: “I said the head, you idiots! Bring me the cur’s head!”
March 4, 2022 at 11:10am
March 4, 2022 at 11:10am
#1028216
Teacher

Had a teacher like that
with a lean and hungry look,
full of passion and determined,
he built literary warriors,
each of us, once blundering,
adolescent fools,
he made wise in awareness
and able to think.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.14.21
Prompt: Lean and hungry look.
Note: Had to write this on reading Jaya’s. Her professor sounded just like Johnny Bridle (who is the subject of this poem). Thank you, Jaya.
March 4, 2022 at 11:09am
March 4, 2022 at 11:09am
#1028215
Whisper

Amongst the peaks of the high mountains,
in the empty wastes of the dry deserts,
in the dark reaches of the deep forests,
on the wide expanses of the sand beaches,
in the salt marshes with the wild fowl,
on the vast prairie where the long grasses sway,
there we find our peace and rest,
restoration of the soul in silence.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.13.21
Prompt: Write a quiet poem.
March 4, 2022 at 11:08am
March 4, 2022 at 11:08am
#1028214
The Autograph

The desired signature,
the idol’s mark,
a brief message
and then the flowing script,
a scribble, but with extra magic
from the fingers of the god,
and, in the middle, unexpected,
the swerve of authenticity.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.12.21
Prompt: Swerve.
March 4, 2022 at 11:07am
March 4, 2022 at 11:07am
#1028212
Seattle Splashing Song

Seattle splashing song
sodden sounds sloshing
singular susurrating sights
suspicious scenes swimming
sharply strident shots
shallow shellfish squelch
she sells seashells still
saturated seasons smell.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.11.21
Prompt: Still from
Singing in the Rain.
March 4, 2022 at 11:05am
March 4, 2022 at 11:05am
#1028211
Serenity

In the quiet aftermath of emotion,
when all the shouting has died down,
exhaustion cools the heated soul,
vision shrinks to true perspective,
and common sense resumes its reign.

Truth is not intense or wild;
it waits impassive, patient
for the dawn.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.10.21
Prompt: Aftermath.
March 4, 2022 at 11:03am
March 4, 2022 at 11:03am
#1028210
Egg cup and bulldogs


A Clipped Conversation

The bulldog clip and tiny child
on shoulder carried, meek and mild,
approached Sir Egg Cup and enquired
“Can you help, sir? We’re lost and tired.”

Answer Egg Cup gave them none,
the spoon inside his head had done
such damage when it stirred his brain,
and sent his knowledge down the drain.



Line count: 8
Rhymed couplets in (mainly) trochaic tetrameter
For Express It In Eight, 10.08.21
Prompt: Photo of egg cup and bulldog clips.
March 4, 2022 at 11:02am
March 4, 2022 at 11:02am
#1028209
Convectional Rainfall

Up here you can see the vista,
piled storm clouds massed on high,
dropping their dark curtains of rain,
unfurled grey on the distant hills.

Up here the world holds its breath,
the heat trembling in the still air,
the earth desiccated and parched,
awaiting the promised downpour.



Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It in Eight, 10.07.21
Prompt: Curtain.
Note: Convectional rainfall is a geographic term for rainfall that is the result, not of prevailing winds, but a heated landmass becoming so hot that the resultant low pressure sucks in winds from all directions, bringing the rain with them.
March 4, 2022 at 11:00am
March 4, 2022 at 11:00am
#1028208
Hatter in Paradise

Ah, mercury vapour,
though others may abhor,
the hatter’s sweet perfume
that tops off your costume,
hats so desirable,
more than admirable,
and my fav’rite transport
by air without airport.



Line count: 8
Rhyming couplets
For Express It In Eight, 10.06.21
Prompt: National Mad Hatter Day.

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