The man under the stairsA Poem by Craig ThomasThe way my mind worked when I was a child in the house alone....
There's a man who lives under my stairs
I hear him from time to time He's quiet when my family are in When there are people around, all is fine But when my mum is out in the garden and my dad is under his car When my sister is asleep in her cot and my brother is out at the park The man who lives under the stairs seems to know that they've all gone he begins to stretch and to move when he knows I'm the only one I hear his carefully placed feet as he tip toes out of his lair the floor boards creak as I hide and peek from behind my grand mamas chair I hear him moving above there are clicks and taps from the walls there's a horrible noise as one of my toys is knocked by the man and falls the creaking is back on the stairs It sounds like he's coming back down I crouch real small, into no space at all to be sure that he can't get me now I think I can hear his footsteps I know he is definitely there I shiver and shake, and for my own sake I quietly say the lords prayer and then there's a significant BANG it's, mum....he's answered my prayers I jump from my place, put a smile on my face as I know the man's back beneath stairs Mum asks if I'll join her in the garden where as earlier I politely declined As the weather is nice, and there's orange with Ice I took a big chair and reclined As I sat and sipped juice through a straw as I lay I began to unwind I looked at the stairs in our house and knew it was all in my mind © 2011 Craig Thomas |
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1 Review Added on November 27, 2011 Last Updated on November 27, 2011 AuthorCraig ThomasManchester, Whitefield, United KingdomAboutFamily guy, bit of a techie hound, like comedy, sports and magic. Thrive on activity. more..Writing
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