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 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. |
Reverie If poets ruled the world, we’d not throw, we’d hurl; beer would still be bottled, but its colour would be mottled; we’d never lose our way, there’d be something else to say, and words wouldn’t rhyme, we’d demand that they chime. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 10.05.21 Prompt: Bottle. |
Cat to Human You cannot see me, hidden in this cave; I’m the hunter brave, feline wild and free I see you come near my ambush prepared; you may not seem scared, your leg will learn fear. Line count: 8 Rhyme scheme abba For Express It In Eight, 10.04.21 Prompt: Illustration of cat hiding in paper bag. |
Bat Appreciation Month Halloween may be a-comin’ and now’s the time for being batty, flying foxes nightly summoned, leaving thee and me quite scatty. Vampire legends fill the dark, Jack o’ lanterns, sooty cats, scary ghouls, maybe a snark, wingèd rats, not baseball bats! Line count: 8 Trochaic tetrameter rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.02.21 Prompt: Bat Appreciation Day. |
Frozen in Time Somewhere in the forest a mighty pine bleeds, the golden viscous sap running as a turgid river, slowly, deliberately, near unmoving. An insect lands, sinks into the stream, trapped as the flow hardens in transparent clarity, and time turns sap and tree and forest into sea. The waters smooth and shape the pine’s blood and, washed up on the shore, a gnat in amber. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.01.21 Prompt: Frozen in time. |