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 |  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. |
| Map I’d rather read a map spread out upon my lap, with features tried and true, all solidly in view, than cast my journey’s fate, and my chance of being late, on some recorded voice whose name is prob’ly Joyce. Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 06.13.23 Prompt: Write a map poem. |
| Dark Days The sullen skies of winter, overcast and grey, shade the land with foreboding, our thoughts dark and futile, unrelieved by summer’s hopes; the nation stands upon the brink, torn this way and that, as fools debate nonsense. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.12.23 Prompt: Sullen. |
| Autobiography Forgetfulness, the great editor of life, erases swathes, omits transgressions, whitewashes sins, papers over, while memory stands by and tuts. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.11.23 Prompt: “Edit your life…” |
| Not From Kilkenny I asked my old friend, Lenny, if he’d ever seen a blenny. He replied, “Ever so many, but they’re not worth a penny.” Then up pipes Bad News Benny, who calls his wife Poor Jenny, “I have to tell you, Denny, I also haven’t any.” Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa aaaa For Express It In Eight, 06.09.23 Prompt: Benny, Lenny. |
 Fugitive Snow in the soaring city, cold in the neon light, path flowing like lava, away, always away, far from the frozen heights, solitary, the single soul flees from the frantic frenzy, seeking the solace of silence. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.08.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Icy Midnight in Moscow and the moon riding high, dark as pitch the vault of heaven, frosted breath upon the stars, the crackle of ice underfoot, pinging of the shrinking house, the bedroom cold. Turn on the heat? Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 06.06.23 Prompt: Write an ice-cold poem. |
| Soup Pea soup, thick as magma, solid and warm in the belly, tomato soup, smooth pouring, turning my legs to jelly, onion soup, white or brown, silky soft or brandy clear, chunky beef or granny’s chicken all the world is present here. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 06.05.23 Prompt: Write a poem about soup. |
| CAUTION Do not feed this ditty, it may look awful pretty, but its bite is much, much worse, so bad it’ll make you curse. Its poison makes you heartsick, and then there’s other tricks it uses to ensnare - but read it if you dare! Line count: 8 Rhymed couplets For Express It In Eight, 06.04.23 Prompt: Write a dangerous poem. |
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