For today’s prompt, Rommy at the Imaginary Garden says:I would like you to contemplate the idea of the childhood boogeyman. This is as wide open to your interpretation as you’d like. Feel free to really go wild with this. As always stop by your fellow poets and show they a little love to comfort them after contemplating the things that go bump in the night. Over at napowrimo it’s day 28 (phew) and the prompt is to write a Skeltonic or Tumbling poem. Two excellent prompts, one poem. Enjoy.
you lie awake
and dreams they take
root in your head
to fill with dread
and thoughts of dead
things in your room
in midnight’s gloom
whose ghostly glare
make cold the air
please don’t look there
i would not dare
how real the fear
of dark things here
can seem to be
when we are wee
but in the mind
i think you’ll find
what comes at night
delivers fright
just out of spite
it’s spooky’s right
in case you might
forget that this
is not amiss
and in this space
you find a place
for Dragon’s trove
and haunted cove
for vampire bat
and witches cat
for ghostly chains
and screams of pain
you hide in vain
under blanket
your body wet
with fear and sweat
it’s not done yet
the curdled scream
wakes up your dream
and then you see
it can not be
but creaky stair
stands up your hair
it is not ghost
but buttered toast
napowrimo 28/30
Thank heavens for buttered toast!
Anna :o]
Always a winner
Bwahahahahahahhahahahhahaha! The format works so well, building up all the terrors and this feeling of being pursued – to arrive at buttered toast! I love it.
Thanks Rommy. Great prompt.
Ha. Awesome ending. 🙂
All’s well wi buttered toast.
This is absolutely delightful! 😀 Buttered toast!❤️
Thanks Sanaa.
Wow! This really does tumble down the lines. Very well done.
Thanks Kerry. Enjoyed the challenge of the Tumbling Poem.
NICE. The fear here goes so well with the Skeltonic prompt. Love it.
I was happy with this having never heard of a Skeltonic before.
Nice resolution with “buttered toast”. I liked the sound of “when we are wee” and the “please” in “please don’t look there”.
Whew! Thank goodness for awakening. (And breakfast.)
Great close and the rest almost reads like a spooky stairway up to it with the wonderful short lines. Thanks. K.
Oh those scary times when every noise was a monster. Oddly enough I couldn’t lie still until I searched to see if there was really a monster behind the noise.
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Luv it, particularly for the revelation
“it is not ghost
but buttered toast”
much love…
Nothing better than breakfast at the end of a dream.
Love this Paul… You’ve inspired me to write again x