Secrets—For Whom We Tell

Secrets—we all have them. Sometimes we hold our secrets, or those of others, tightly as if they were the handrail beside icy steps, and at other times, we spill them like the third glass of red wine on a white skirt.

For this prompt, don’t tell us your secrets; instead, tell us who knows each one, or all of them. Who witnessed that white lie last Wednesday? Who watched your last transgression? Who knows where all the bodies are buried and who has kept the shovel? Is your secret safe? Are you? Who knows, and more importantly, who will tell. If someone tells, will it be with a whisper or a roar? Tell us more about who knows. Check the poem “Secrets about Nothing” by Katherine Soniat and the anonymous poem “The Secret” published in 1947 in The Golden Book of Poetry.