Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Feb 14, 2013

Monster Under My Bed

the house is dark
mom and dad are asleep
and I'm up watching tales of the script
people strangled by unseen hands
on the movie set

afraid and fearful of the unseen hands
I tiptoed through the dark house
pass mom and dad's room back to my bedroom
where my sisters were sleeping quietly
in a regular bed shared by 4 girls looked so far away
from the door where I stood looking for monsters under my bed

I look back at the kitchen off from my room
at the smell of dinner from the dishes in the sink
I held on to the door post preparing for sleep
but fear of unseen hands grabbing at my feet
from beneath the bed frightened me so

after standing there for a moment I grew tired
so, I ran tiptoeing as fast and quietly as I could toward the bed
as I got closer to the edge I stretched my arms forward
jumped high into the air landing rolling over toward my sleeping sisters
to see if they were awaken by my mighty pounce they were not
still fast asleep unaware of my fearsome moment in the dark

lying awake in the darkness I thought about the scary movie I just watched
reminisced about the tasty meal mama cooked earlier that evening
and wondered what tomorrow would be like when I woke up to morning light
as I slowly drifted to sleep afraid of the dark for the first time in my life

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins

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Comments

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 2 months ago

You are so lucky it wasn't the Tokolosh I had heard so much of, this one seemed more like a scary story than a poem.
I is staying up tonight now, though I have my bed up on bricks to stop the nasty Tokolosh I am not sure if you have found a new one to come and get me , Yours Ian.T, He He