The only thing I still
peel
these days –
apart from fruit and anything that
can’t otherwise be eaten,
obviously -
are the few stubborn layers of
fear-of-ridicule
still loitering
in obscure corners of my body.
However, those areas
are so remote, so trivial
I have no idea
what they look like.
Which is why,
When I cycled
to the post-box,
smiling and helloing everyone
while
nonchalantly
trailing
an entire roll of toilet paper,
I failed to rouse
the faintest blush.
Tawanda!
Hello!
This poem was inspired by Beth Kempton's prompt for the new #tinysummerpoem. Yesterday's prompt was "peel". You're only supposed to spend ten minutes writing them, with no editing. But if I was a fusspot over words before, I'm even more of one now. So I spent longer, and I edited. Editing is not a crime.
The poem was also inspired by my trip to the post-box yesterday...
And no, I did not blush. I simply giggled, came home and wrote a poem. As you do.
Have a ridicule-free day!
With love and gratitude,
Francesca xx
