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. |
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. |
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!” |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |