Today’s prompt puzzled me somewhat at first. We are asked to consider what we are haunted by, or what haunts us? We then had to write a poem responding to this question. Then change the word haunt to hunt.
My mind initially sprang to the darker side, that of sad emotions and events and challenges to mental health, but then I decided to turn it upside down and produce two poems. The first would be about a subject that haunts me and use as many synonyms of haunt as possible, the second would take it’s form and change the relative references to haunting.
I also decided to head down humorous avenue with it; life is too short for lots of negative poetry!
I’m don’t think the second one works, but at least I completed the challenge.
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You, you,
You are the Anne Boleyn to my King Henry,
The Martin Luther to my Pope,
The scabies that burrows beneath my dermal layers,
You are my pervading lack of hope.
You plague me with your growth spurts,
You terrorize me in my sleep,
You torment my dreams, or so it seems,
And hound me till I weep.
You are my terrifying unicorn,
The constant bedevil that I know,
You are the worry that preys on me,
My irritating, bristle of rhino
You are the Puck that loves mischief,
Forever playing hide and seek,
You beset my with your haunting games,
My bewitched hair that grows upon my beak.
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You, you,
You are the Diana to my Actaeon,
The Davy Crocket to my bear,
The irritation under my skin,
You are my seeking lack of fear.
You probe me with your growth spurts,
You pursue me in my sleep,
You interrogate my dreams, or so it seems,
And follow me till I weep.
You are my snooping unicorn,
The constant prying that I know,
You are the scrutiny that waits for me,
My irritating, miniscule rhino
They call you safari chief, there’s a swagger to your name,
You trail the kill where er it goes,
You beset my with your hunting games,
You voodoo hair growing on my nose.
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