Chittering noises
From the closet depths
And under beds
Disguised as wind
Or settling wood
The monsters wait
Kept at bay
By blankets
And a tiny light
Jutting from the wall
Spindly legs
Tap the shadow fringe
Searching for a flaw
While hidden eyes
Lock onto sleeping prey
Tempting whispers
Made from desperation
A feeble attempt
To coax the child
From her linen shield
The child stays safe
While the monsters fail
Going hungry once again
Forced to slumber
By the blazing sun
That’s exactly how I pictured what lurked in the shadows as a child!! Great word pictures ๐
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I think that’s my poetic strength. Just painting a picture. ๐
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Not”just”!! Painting a great word picture is harder than it looks. You make it look easy ๐
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Probably stems from how I write prose.
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I’m sure it does ๐
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