NOTHING TO FEAR, BUT FEAR ITSELF – PROMPT #45
Last week we traveled. And the one mode that rankles my nerves is air travel. But, I have done it on the necessary occasions. So this week, we will summon up the intestinal fortitude and face our fears. Write a poem about whatever it is gives you the “willies.” Maybe by owning up, it will be less frightening. Write about spiders (arachnophobia), the In-Laws (Soceraphobia), Friday the Thirteenth (Paraskavedekatriaphobia), writing in public (Scriptophobia) or sestinas (Sestinametrophobia). Whatever it is, if we face it together we may be able to deal with it. We have nothing to fear except…..AAAARGGGGHHHH… SNAKE!!!
MARIE ELENA’S FEAR:
TOO EASILY SPOOKED!
There once was a gal named Marie
Whose “easy to frighten” degree
Was amplified more,
Knowing what was in store
From this Bloomin’ fear prompt poetry!
WHISTLING THROUGH THE CEMETERY
I ain’t afraid of no ghosts,
And I’m sure they can not harm me.
But misty shadows freak me the most
they certainly alarm me.
I’ll show no fear as I walk by
I’ll fly past like a missile,
I will not look spooks in the eye,
I’ll just give a little whistle.