The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
| A Spirited Tale I thought I saw a ghost last night, a shape behind the moon. It was a dreadful eerie sight, and whistled a merry tune. I challenged it with brazen shout, maintained I was not scared. It flickered once and then went out, and now I’m ashen-haired. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 03.07.26 Prompt: Write a poem about a sketchy shadow. |