Eight-line Poems 2

Underground Encounter

Underground Encounter

Scorpion skittering away in the darkness and dust,
the first and last of my experience,
and so small, so scared of my looming presence.
So much for hallowed reputations,
as if your frightened and miniature existence,
less than an inch in old money,
could live up to the tales of your poisonous intent.

You’re welcome to my cellar.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.16.25
Prompt: Write a poem about a find in a dusty attic or cellar.