When the fear spills in —
heart in my throat — can’t swallow,
and I can’t breathe when
down in the muck I wallow.
my seared lungs just won’t allow.
My love — bring them near,
the worries worn on your sleeve.
I’ll make room for fear —
promise you, I will not leave
— I will dance you through this eve.
PROMPT: 2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6
For today’s prompt, write a phobia poem. There are so many possible phobias from which to choose, including some of the more popular phobias like arachnophobia (fear of spiders), claustrophobia (fear of confined spaces), acrophobia (fear of heights), and coulrophobia (fear of clowns).
A form I created by marrying the Somonka and Diminishing Verse poetic forms:
- two Tankas (5-7-5-7-7), written as two love letters to each other.
- remove the first letter of the end word in each successive 7 syllable line.
Variation: Poets can remove sounds if they wish like “flies” to “lies” to “eyes.”