For today’s prompt, write a scary poem.
Breaking News
My stomach feels like a puddle of still water
disturbed by the cinematic ripples of dinosaur steps
I am that little Ohio boy again in early Spring
when a tornado watch marches across the television
Or whenever the Emergency Broadcast System
blares out even though this is only a test
Or the Special Report interrupting afternoon cartoons
with distant wars threatening mushroom clouds
I still feel the fear being a child of the Cold War
and the Flatlands when death comes from above
and my heart thumps like a flat tire
whenever there’s Breaking News
(This poem was included in the Hidden in Childhood anthology in January 2023.)
Exactly so! Our hurricane/flood/bomb whatever sirens went off this morning around ten o’clock and I immediately thought, “This is it!” It was apparently, a test, but it would have been nice to know in advance. Whew! All those childhood fears and bad memories (which most call PTSD these days) rushed right into my chest and stopped my heart! Your words hit home tonight Bartholomew – not sure whether to thank you or not though. LOL
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Sorry about that but proud my words had a visceral effect. (And, yeah, they should be telling people ahead of time to prepare for the sirens. Those used to really freak me out.)
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I could feel my anxiety too as I read your poem, subtle, but intense as well. Well done!
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Thanks! I spent all evening getting myself worked up so I could write it. Now I’m trying to calm back down.
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Fantastic description of the feeling in the stomach. Powerful images all through. I forgot the Emergency Broadcasting System. What a flash! Good to be reminded of how we got here. Love, love, love, “The Flatlands where death comes from above” and “heart thumps like a flat tire.” Another fantastic description. 4 and 6/10 stars.
On Thu, Apr 14, 2022 at 5:00 PM Bartholomew Barker, Poet wrote:
> Bartholomew Barker posted: ” For today’s prompt, write a scary poem. > Breaking News My stomach feels like a puddle of still waterdisturbed by the > cinematic ripples of dinosaur steps I am that little Ohio boy again in > early Springwhen a tornado watch marches across the te” >
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Thanks! I stole the flat tire line from one of last year’s poems-a-day.
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4.5 then
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That’ll teach me to reuse material. ;)
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