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. |
Vertigo The CNA bookshop in Pietermaritzburg, is a tall, narrow, three-sided tower, and in my day the roof was accessible, a study in height indeed, a lesson in the acquisition of acrophobia. On that high, tiny, and unbounded space, I was an ant on the head of a pin, raised in frozen fear above the streets below. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.08.23 Prompt: Write a towering poem. |
Ascend The secret stair between two bastions compressed beneath the common notice darkness draped upon the heights uplifting thought to hidden spaces. Stone steps arising from the humdrum invitation offered by their arising mystery upon their empty faces destination veiled in every riser. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.07.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Withdrawal I crouch down, defensive, fold to the smallest target, shrinking from the pain intensive, agony my only argot. Rejection of the world my answer, behind the skin of my cocoon, shielded from prevailing cancer, behind my hands my eyes immune. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 12.06.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Season’s Greeting Winter pokes its head above the parapet, with flinty eyes surveys the waiting world, when weather news speaks of coming snow, white flakes falling in the window’s future. Will we wind the blankets a little tighter, wait with bated breath the creeping cold, watch while temperatures be daily falling, wish we in warmer climes were to be found? Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.05.23 Prompt: Write a poem whose lines all begin with the same letter. |
Guardian of the Shore A wind-shaped tree bending, all branches gathered, twisted, pleading for return from someday long and far away, sweeping, wide-winged to the departed gale, stands dark and silhouetted ‘gainst the bright ocean far below. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eighty, 12.04.23 Prompt: Choose a word or words from these three poems to include in a poem of your own! |
Carolina Morning Wide awake in South Carolina, gentle breezes kiss my face. It’s so true, there’s nothing finer, ferocious winters don’t know this place. But surely this cannot be so, astral travel’s a myth I deem, and how could I unconscious go from north to south - it was a dream. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 12.03.23 Prompt: Wide Awake, South Carolina. |
Go South Young Man I never could see a reason for seeking a northwest passage - no matter what the season the ice gonna do some damage, and your boat will always get stuck, a pebble in a glacier, so you would get much better luck digging canals somewhere hotter and lazier. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 12.01.23 Prompt: Photo of lost Franklin Expedition. |
Juice Never mind the juice, Bruce, just savour the flavour; I know that you are loose, Bruce, but give the peach a waiver. I know you do not care for the how and why and wherefore, but the dripping from your chin should not cause unholy din. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab ccdd For Express It In Eight, 11.30.23 Prompt: Juice. |
Horizontal Out there the horizon is flat, as straight as though honed by a giant plane in the grip of some vast carpenter. Yet even here, on the Great Plains, there are secret pits and dimples, hidey holes in the emptiness, where the sky closes in above. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.29.23 Prompt: Write a horizontal poem. |
Mannequin Mannequin about the town, spruce and chic in understatement, jaunty hat over one eye pulled down, and jacket loose in fashionwise abatement, make up stark in colours prime, stands she tall among the crowd, haughty conqueror of time, reflected in her window proud. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 11.28.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |