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To Triskaidekaphobia
Michael Escoubas


Of all the things a child might be afraid
why should a crooked number seem so mean?
Iíd rather dig in hard ground with a spade
than own I fear you more than crawly things.
Iím brave playing war games at the arcade
and pretend as fearless when lightning strikes.
Itís all for show. Mother serves me lemonade
and cookies, makes for me a tranquil scene.
Thirteen, explain the fear you promenade.

This poem was awarded first place in the
Highland Park 2020 Poetry Challenge, (Adult Non-Resident division).
Used here with permission.

Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013, after retiring from a 48-year-career in the printing industry. He writes poetry because, early in life, his mother encouraged him. Michael also writes poetry because he believes poetry brings people together and that poets are menders of broken things. He is the author of six collections; the most recent is Ripples Into the Light, a collection partnered with photographs by Vandana Bajikar and designed to “rest the soul and calm the spirit.” Michael is Senior Editor and Book Reviewer at Quill and Parchment, an online poetry journal. He lives in Illinois.


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Nicely done, Michael. Thank you for introducing this form. Susan
Posted 11/13/2020 05:37 PM
Lori Levy:
Love the humor and honesty in this poem. And I learned a new word in the title.
Posted 11/13/2020 04:16 PM
What fun! And the form name is quite clever!
Posted 11/13/2020 04:14 PM
Love this poem. It?s so clever.
Posted 11/13/2020 03:49 PM
Arlene Gay Levine:
Yes, Michael, kindness and love always trump fear...good going!
Posted 11/13/2020 01:58 PM
Posted 11/13/2020 01:55 PM
I counted lines, letters and syllables in fear of finding 13 in any....and I did
Posted 11/13/2020 01:42 PM
Well done, brother!
Posted 11/13/2020 11:03 AM
Mama Goose:
Love it. And enjoy rhyme pattern.
Posted 11/13/2020 11:01 AM
Good one!! Requires some work, but they all do, don't they!!
Posted 11/13/2020 10:36 AM
Jean Colonomos-1:
You are fun. In certain European countries like Italy, 13 is a lucky number.
Posted 11/13/2020 10:23 AM
Posted 11/13/2020 08:51 AM
Larry Schug:
The title alone is worth the price of admission. What a word!
Posted 11/13/2020 08:46 AM
Oh, Michael, this poem has the same generosity of spirit so many of your comments here have exuded. Thank you for both. You tempt me to see if I can conjure up a little magic as cleverly as you have.
Posted 11/13/2020 07:09 AM

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