Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
![]() Lost Far off in the darkened marsh, where only the tallest rushes rise as ghosts from the blanket fog, an arm lifts a lantern, aglow and shrouded in the turbid air, its light bound in swathes of mist; powerless to rend the gloom, it paints the darkness red. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 04.03.23 Prompt: As per illustration. |