“It’s just a scratch” said my wife
Of course, when they say that in the movies, they have endured
a barrage of bullets from any number of generally incompetent antagonists and
at least one of them will have penetrated a useful limb. Having been thus injured, hero would reach
for his rolled up newspaper and put them off their already poor aim by using it
as a blowpipe to blast the nearest gunman with peanuts from a handy nearby
bowl. Having dispatched all his enemies
with deadly peanuts and newsprint jabs, he uses his newspaper to bind up the
flesh wound that has rendered his left arm useless, and coolly makes his way
out of the building and into the crowded streets.
I have this itch I need to scratch
But don’t know if I should?
For if I pull the scab off
We might all be bathed in blood!
Yet if I don’t I’ll be annoyed
Until my dying day
It aggravates and irritates
And will not go away.
But sometimes such dilemmas
Are best just left alone
For when we start to pick at them
We dig down to the bone.
Then soon we find that ‘niggle’
Is a chasm deep and wide
A fundamental problem
With division on each side!
So what now can we do to heal,
What remedy, what ease?
Is there salve enough to soothe
Or balm that will appease?
Have we scratched until this wound
Became a cancerous sore?
Rotten now, decaying
And infected to our core?
Isn’t it funny how a scratch can be both hurtful and soothing? If like me, you’ve been dead heading the roses all summer, your arms may well be covered in scratches, and they sting like anything. But I’ve also been bitten half to death by the proliferation of insects that seem to think I taste like the best thing since sliced bread this year, and of course, all I want to do, night and day, is to give ’em a good old scratch.
So already there’s a couple of options to write about. But then there’s animal scratches, scratchy pens, scratched initials in a tree trunk, ‘scratch that’, ‘you scratch my back…’ oh so many ideas… and I’m sure you could think of lots more. So where do I start??
As always, use the prompt in any old way you choose – Poetry; prose; fiction; non-fiction… it’s up to you. Be inventive, be cheeky, be funny, be scary, be serious! We’d love to hear your work, so do share it here.