shadows hunt silhouettes
on back-swept wings.
Blood, bone and muscle
fit like gloves containing
and fetid fearfulness.
and dies. We fear
of death, a slow verb
about to spring into action
one unknown day,
never far away.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
The Kiss of Death located at Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery – image found on Pinterest
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – Be Not Afraid
Victoria is hosting the fun and challenging Quadrille this Monday. She says: ‘We live in anxious times. On a global scale there is international conflict and instability, terrorist threats, political divisiveness and uncertainty, identity threat and climate change. We are polarized and fear one another, fear those who see things differently than we do.
On a personal level it can be even worse. We fear meaninglessness, financial insecurity, the past, the future, loss, death and what comes after. We are afraid that we are not good enough, that we don’t meet expectations. We seek professional help for anxiety we can’t even name.
And then there are those good old phobias—some of them understandable if we dip into events of our past. I have a horror of heights that I think came from having to descend a rickety old fire escape during fire drills in High School. Others, not so rational.’
Victoria would like us to take the word FEAR and use it in a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title. Fear can be used as a verb, noun, adjective (fearful) and adverb (fearfully). She asks us not be afraid but to just take it wherever the muse leads us.