Ode to Eyebrows

O,

eyebrows,

forgotten lil caterpillars

sitting unnoticed above

the windows to the soul.

It is your actions —

furrowed or raised —

that communicate emotions

without need for pesky words.

Is it not

unfair

that poems about love

feature your cousins down south

when you are truly the one

doing all the work?

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An original version of this poem was written in grade 11, but I have since lost the original copy. Thank you to Amy Marley for encouraging me to recreate its essence.

Here’s my challenge for you: write about a body part that is so often underrecognized or forgotten for its important labour as part of your body. Don’t forget to tag me so I can see all your wonderful creations!

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Lucy (@ramyeonjpg) is a budding poet who jots down all the wildest pieces of her life into poetry form. By day, she's a graduate student. By night, she crochets an unreasonable number of scrunchies to de-stress. As someone who never runs out of ideas, she aids other writers who run into writer's block with weekly poetry (or writing!) prompts. Feel free to join in here!

First published here.