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. |
Market Day To market, to market, the whole town would go and on the way there, they’d dream of the show, the buying and selling, the haggle and deal, the mooing and neighing, the bleating and squeal, but mostly they yearned for the coming of night when all would witness the strangest of sights, no longer providers and now just the clients, at the magnificent dance of the giants. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.17.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Aimless Give me a ticket to anywhere - I’ll see where it is once I’m there; I need to ride upon the rails, it’s either that or go by mail. I’m not designed to be a parcel, you’d not fit in my metatarsals; it’s not that I need to get away, but here is not where I want to stay. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.16.23 Prompt: Write an aimless poem. |
Ray Kroc It’s McDonald’s Day, to celebrate Ray, like crocodile but spelt with a K, and who better to sing his song than Knopfler - he won’t get it wrong. Only he could write about this, with his gold-tongued guitar he’s made Ray his, and so I stand aside for once, when he gets busy I’m just the dunce. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.15.23 Prompt: McDonald’s Day. Note: The poem can be sung to the same tune as Knopfler’s song which may account for its apparently strange meter. |
Mountain The bare face of the mountain rises above in naked disdain for the lives of mere mortals, assembled like attendants below, in awe appropriate and shadowed humility, scrabbling in the scree of the peak’s exfoliation. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.14.23 Prompt: Scree. |
Mushrooms 2 So they dropped the bombs, presumably from boredom, throwing them at the cities, those wartime committees, but they really should have known, the times being upside down, that mushroom clouds intended become cloud mushrooms instead. Line count: 8 Rhymed (approximately) couplets For Express It In Eight, 04.13.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Sparky His eyes that sparkle with delight, mischief being his prime intent, inform us of his taken right to lead us on without assent. And if we acquiesce indeed, end in searching for the car key, it’s only true that we concede it’s not chance his nickname’s Sparky. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.12.23 Prompt: Sparky. |
Kites Perhaps all kites should be yellow, it being such a happy colour, and happiness being the object of the young soul holding the string. And if you’re going to dream, yellow being opposite to blue, it seems ideal to take you from the blues and into the blue. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.10.23 Prompt: I Dream of Yellow Kites by Retta Bono. |
Sharks But No Jets Hark, hark, the sharks do bark and sometimes ride the surf; they do it just to make their mark and delineate their turf. With jaws like saws they’ll give you pause and make you yell for mother. Don’t hang about to find the cause, run faster than the others. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.08.23 Prompt: Image of a shark (probably from Jaws) emerging from the water. |
Down in the Dumps “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to…” Lesley Gore’s hit song from her album of the same name, 1963. Yes, you may complain and that’s your right, but it’s my party and I'm drained of fight, since my house has been lost in a sinkhole, I’ve been trying to have fun in a bowl. And now you understand the reason I grieve; we’ll have to climb if ever to leave, which is why I cannot be so bright - I am trapped by my fear of heights. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 04.07.23 Prompt: Worst place to throw a party - in a sinkhole. |