Eight-line Poems 2

True Story

True Story

Came close to falling in a pond,
the day was bleak, the wind was brash.
I braved the edge to look beyond
and far below the the waves did crash.

I slipped and teetered on the edge,
my waving arms might seem quite frantic,
but scrambled back to life and ledge;
you know the pond - it’s the Atlantic.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 01.09.26
Prompt: Write a poem about falling into a pond.