An interesting prompt this weekend from Trifextra. ‘Roald Dahl wrote a poem called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. The challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.’
I know he’s there. Whenever I pick up my pen I sense him struggling to be set free. I fear what might happen if, one day, I find those words he longs for?