And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one sounds simple, but it can be pretty difficult. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable – either because of its content (“I always hated grandma”), or because it seems too emotional or ugly or strange (“I love you so much I would eat a cockroach for you”). Or even because it sounds too boring or expected (“You know what? I like cooking noodles and going to bed at 7 p.m.”). But it should be something that you’re genuinely a little scared to say. Happy (or if not happy, brave) writing!

Here’s my response:  it’s all about the last word.

The Visitor

I did not ask you to come
but you moved in –
starved me, hurt me,
made me tired and thin.

I sought help to fight you,
won the battle at risk
to myself, stepped out
hairless into spring.

Now I live not knowing
if you still lurk
in shaded corners
waiting to kill.