The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
![]() Encounter As I was going up the stair, I met myself but wasn’t there, a phantom me was going down, though clothed instead in other gown. I paused to watch her still descend and she in turn around did bend; I never saw a face so fair as I saw then upon that stair. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Get The Picture? 03.08.26 Prompt: As per illustration. |