This week the challenge was to write in the poetry form, rictameter. It is a 9-line poem with a syllable count of 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2 in which the first and last lines are the same.
Since today is Friday the 13th, our third one this year, I wrote a rictameter in its honor.
Friday the thirteenth scares
a vast population
who avoid black cats and walking on cracks
six years before it comes
I also discovered some great big long words meaning the fear of Friday the 13th:
Friday the 13th will not occur again until 2015. Greg is hosting Poetry Friday at Gottabook. Tricia posted other rictameter poems here. I have a review of a poetry, nonfiction and photography book at Check It Out.