Poetry Day: Bedroom Shadows

Raven from Teen Titans

(As a kid, I always though the shadows in my room were other things.  This probably lasted until I was around 13.  Mostly because I eventually hit a point where it was just fun to let my mind wander and see what came up.)

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

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Poetry Day: Bedroom Shadows

  1. I had the same feelings as a kid. Became an adventure.


  2. L. Marie says:

    Great poem! I remember being terrified of having my closet door open even a crack when I was a kid. It had to be firmly closed. Of course now I’m thinking of Monsters Inc.


  3. V.M.Sang says:

    Yes, this is exactly what it feels like as a child, to be afraid of the monsters.


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