Thank you for that, Kiya - it's not many brave the wilds of my portfolio to discover my little 8-line poems, so it's wonderful to have some feedback on them. Much appreciated!
Wonderful poem that links footprints to bits and pieces of our memories over the years.
As we get older, we do leave a mark behind - footprints if you will - and even as they fade away, they'll always linger and be a reminder of what we once were.
Thanks for sharing this poignant piece with us, and keep on writing!
Scorpion skittering away in the darkness and dust,
the first and last of my experience,
and so small, so scared of my looming presence.
So much for hallowed reputations,
as if your frightened and miniature existence,
less than an inch in old money,
could live up to the tales of your poisonous intent.
You’re welcome to my cellar.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.16.25
Prompt: Write a poem about a find in a dusty attic or cellar.
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