The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| UFO We’re cruising free and all is going well the motor singing and tyres humming the sun is out and the wind cool the road straight and radio strumming. Nowhere to go just head on out time to relax and enjoy this life but just when you think that you’ve escaped the motor cuts out and silence is rife. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 03.10.25 Prompt: Write a poem about hearing a scary noise. Notes: Sometimes silence is the scariest sound (or lack of it). |