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 |  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. |
| Bush Fire Man at the edge of the fire break, waiting, sure that this will halt the ravenous flames, he stands, hands in pockets, face to the blast. This fire will die as the bare land turns its back, dry to desire. Beyond, the blackened face of earth will green with new growth in days. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.07.22 Prompt: Illustration of man watching bush fire. |
| Hero Resolute, steadfast and true, Horatius holds the bridge, Etruscan assault thwarted, Until Rome stands ready. Who today bars the way when the hordes arise and fingers hover ready to initiate the end? Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.06.22 Prompt: Resolute. |
| Numbers Well, that’s a relief. I’ve been searching for safety and now I find it resides in numbers; so I shall mathematician be, immersed in digits evermore, protected by the figures’ power and, for my pet, an adder! Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.05.22 Prompt: There is safety in numbers. |
| The Lad, Vlad At last a day for Vlad the Evader, like the Impaler but greater, the very opposite of raider; he arrives, but later and later, having taken the long route round each and every delay, for questions he gives not a hoot, it’s Walk Around Things Day today! Line count: 8 Rhymed ababcdcd For Express It In Eight, 04.04.22 Prompt: Walk Around Things Day. |
| Poets Poets don’t have to be nice; they are often as cold as ice, throw tantrums, endlessly grumble, be cranky and talk in a mumble, turn moody and all antisocial, like children they’re often precocial. As long as they dredge up the words, we’ll forgive them their actions absurd. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabbcc dd For Express It In Eight, 04.03.22 Prompt: Dredge. |
| Evening Semaphore Fireflies in the twilight of the day, moving specks of light in the dusk, they weave their random trails, brief messages in the looming dark, the silent language of the night, calling, calling to their lovers, over here, I’m over here, bright beacons of the tryst. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.01.22 Prompt: Illustration of jar filled with glowing fairies. |
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