When it is night

as you might well imagine, with thoughts like mine, I spent a lot of time looking for monsters under the bed.

When it is night
Shadows dance along the wall
And evil lurks outside my room
In the darkened hall
The monster in my closet roars
"Beware, do not open this door!"
Horrible, furry arms reach for me
From under the bed
And in my bed I would love to stay
But I must chase them away.
So carefully I tiptoe past the closet door,
Carefully so as not to annoy the gremlins
lying on my floor
I reach the wall where shadows dance
and take a chance
by turning on the light
and the creatures of the night
who loathe the day
scurry away.

Author's Note

Not ideal for kids, but then again, neither are most fairy tales
http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/130/0/2/Monsters_under_the_bed_by_sailorangi.jpg

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Reminds me of a poem I wrote many moons ago.....those ghoulies that live under the bed did exist for many of us and only our daddies or mommies could make them go away. Unfortunately, when we are adults, only WE can obliterate them. Yes, the imagination runs wild in the poet's mind. Good one. Lydi**

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks Lydia, for visiting one of my oldies. Old in here, and really old -- about 1986 is the original. I wrote a lot from 86-88.

[Lydia Shutter]

ME TOO! Now the inspiration does not come quite as often unfortunately. Hey, poetry is timeless if you ask me.

[aLittlePain]

I remember those feelings the anxiety of finally deciding to get out of bed.
This is so cool KL!

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, I appreciate it. It's a lot of work going through my old stuff and compiling it into books, but it is paying off, I think.

[Lorry]

I remember those feelings well, of tip toeing in bare feet, holding breath so as not make a sound, creeping.....creeping, then....phew, just when you expected an Aargh :)
Excellent as always KL.

[Lyn Anderson]

I hate the fact you can't edit your own damned comment in here. Anyhow, thanks for Christening this poem with its first review. The original is in a black three ring binder, hand written, circa 1986.

[Lorry]

it's so annoying that.'v los cont of hany times I hvnt hit the kys crrctly :)