TAWANDA: Unstoppable! or The Amateur Cyclist’s Guide to Fearless Living

The only thing I stillpeelthese days –apart from fruit and anything thatcan’t otherwise be eaten, obviously - are the few stubborn layers offear-of-ridiculestill loitering in obscure corners of my body.However, those areasare so remote, so trivialI have no ideawhat they look like. Which is why, When I cycled to the post-box,smiling and helloing everyonewhilenonchalantlytrailing an entire roll of toilet paper,I failed to rousethe faintest blush.Tawanda!Hello! This poem was inspired by Beth Kempton's prompt for the new #tinysummerpoem. Yesterday's prompt was "peel". You're only supposed to spend ten minutes writing them, with no editing. But if I was a fusspot over words before, I'm even more of one now. So I spent longer, and I edited. Editing is not a crime. The poem was also inspired by my trip to the post-box yesterday... And no, I did not blush. I simply giggled, came home and wrote a poem. As you do.Have a ridicule-free day!With love and gratitude,Francesca xx