2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 9

Today I’m going to be speaking about poetry at a conference in Blue Ridge, Georgia. Topics covered include revision (or as I like to say, “re-creation”) and platform (or “finding more readers for poetry”). If you’ll be at this event, please say hi today. If not, hope to see you at an event in the future.

For today’s prompt, write a hide out poem. When I was a kid, we’d build “hide outs,” I guess from our parents or other kids. An assortment of criminals (fictionalized and real) have their hide outs. But maybe there are other hide outs, like a “man cave,” “she shed,” or the local pub. Heck, maybe it’s the library. Give it a thought, and I’m sure you’ll find the right hide out poem for you.


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Here’s my attempt at a Hide Out Poem:

“Story Behind the Painting”

I’ve never been a “what you see
is what you get” type of person,
whether it’s because of thoughts

swirling around in my head, or
my proclivity for reading into
songs or telling stories about

art. Take this landscape painting
of an Italian countryside with
a peaceful house and vineyard:

Most people can’t see it, but
there is a boy hidden in that
tree to the right of the house

and below him is a concealed
girl in the bush; they are telling
each other lies to test their

truths. And inside the house
is a father who, passed out
again, neglects everything.


roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer loves making up new stories for the same paintings in the family dining room, but it’s even more fun when his kids join in the effort. Of course, he was tempted to write about the secret hide out of his car keys, which often lose their way.

Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community, which means he gets to do a million things to help writers find more success with their writing (including this blog). He’s also the author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53).

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392 thoughts on “2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 9

  1. PKP

    in the fast turn of pages

    The toss and tumble
    love and loss of sisters
    suddenly found
    A gabled house
    a red-haired kindred
    spirit running across
    emerald fields –
    insisting on the ‘e’
    attached where it
    where I belonged

  2. Connie Biltz


    When I was little, I would hide
    in the bottom of my bedroom closet
    beneath the hanging clothes,
    amidst the bags and shoes on the floor.

    When I was a little older,
    I’d climb up and hide in the branches
    of the old maple tree
    that grew outside our back door.

    Now my favorite hideout
    is being at home, cup of tea and book in hand,
    with the phone turned off, and the doors locked.
    Who could ask for more?

    Connie Biltz
    author of Rainbow Chaser

  3. shellcook

    The Hide Out

    Under the twisted cedar tree
    is where I long to be.
    My place to escape from reality.
    I’ll be there soon again.

    Tree limbs pointed upward
    In heaven’s supplication;
    Huge boulder, warm at my back,
    never have i felt safer.

    Except perhaps in my mothers arms
    shielding me from what she could,
    but i never told her of my place
    until, well-after, she was gone.

    The hideout space seems small these days,
    though perhaps i am just bigger,
    not the same by any means,
    though i can work, now, through my triggers.

    To runaway is not my plan,
    though tempting it does seem,
    to slip into my mother’s arms
    to sleep and maybe dream.


  4. Michelle Hed

    The Best Places to Hide

    They had a fort
    made of sticks and leaves
    but that had to be taken down
    with the rest of the fall leaves.

    They had a cave
    that only appeared in the summer
    when the sumacs
    were full of leaves and berries,
    blocking out the summer sun.

    In the dead of winter
    they often made a fort
    of blankets over the dining room table
    but of course they had to eat
    and no one apparently
    wanted to eat on top of blankets.

    And in the spring
    as the sun strengthen
    and warmed your face
    and the birds sang
    and the world just came alive again,
    the best place to hide out
    was within their minds.
    Going on adventures
    and making plans
    while the spring sun
    warmed your skin.

  5. Anvanya


    Sure, I’ll be there when you
    Come looking for me.
    It’s the bookstore you’ll want.

    I sigh and nearly faint when
    Pushing through the heavy glass
    Doors, turning slowly about
    That Isolate us going in
    From them coming out.

    One more step to the perfection
    Of book-filled air: paper, ink,
    Newness undimmed.
    A library that weight-lifts,
    I see. And Books are merely the beginning.

    Every step, each turn around
    A long heavily laden bookshelf
    Unveils colors and shapes, textures
    And labels and delights
    For my eyes and my soul.
    Best of all, numbers to mystify
    The searcher: genre labels and
    Filed by author simplify a search
    For favorites.

    Then … there, near the stockroom door
    A cozy settee, a brazen foot stool,
    Perhaps a solid oak library chair.

  6. deborahbgkelly

    Escape Plans and Hideouts

    My escape plan has contingencies
    My first escape is to my crafting space
    Then my bedroom
    I sometimes try outside
    But, on the days where I feel my home gives me no place to hide
    I go to my real hideout
    My dance studio
    Where I get all my frustrations and stresses out
    My best escape plan yet
    What more could I ask for or get?

  7. Karen

    In Plain Sight

    The Buddha hides under Chinese lantern
    lights his path through the flower garden
    people rubbed his belly for good luck
    now under the burning bush he’s tucked


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