writing a poem that includes some form of the word scare: https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/31/quadrille-163-lets-scare-up-some-poems/
Scared
Long, boney fingers push aside
dusty folds
In the hem
on Granny’s couch
Waiting to pull my toes
and hear my cries
Mama wonders why I say “ouch”
I cannot tell her
what scares me
I stare at the tv
in a comfortable slouch.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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As a child, I would be scared of that too.
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The down side of a youngster’s imagination. I wish the kid would tell the parent!
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I used to be terrified to have any part of my body hanging over the edge of my bed.
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Yes I was back being a child again so scary 🙂
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So short, but so full of scares
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Yikes!
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Ah those ghostly fingers can get you. Nicely done poem.
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Who would believe you?! Well done.
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😱 those bony fingers!!
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Scary but they eventually go away. I’ve never once known them to attack a big kid
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Ooooo! Couch Ghosties! I remember being afraid of these terrible tootsie traumatizers! Well done.
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Thanks! I just finished listening to a novel where the ghost would pinch the kids toes to try and get him to look at him, but he didn’t until he was an adult at the very end.
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