The paintings by Charles E. Williams II are beautiful on their own but scare me in the context of the poems, with their fear of water. Also I'm scared by the water moving into motion at the bottom of the painting, and transforming from water, which it isn't, into paint, which it is. Why should that scare me? I don't know!
Yesterday I gave my poetry workshop the assignment to "write a poem that scares you." Of course! But we were bolstered by our Snickers and red wine, so we survived.
If you are a poet, here you go:
Write a poem that scares you.
They tell us it’s good to write about our fears and obsessions, but it can also be scary! Make a list of things that scare you. Maybe a categorized list: things that scared you in childhood, in various stages of adulthood, and now. Notice what recurs, what stays.