An Awful Nanny
Many an interpretations have I known of tales,
Of darkness versus light, gruesome versus delightful.
A time bedtime stories were Mamma’s pride.
Fortunate we were to look upon her face, all lightened.
Came an awful nanny, turned us to mice frightened.
Withered oval face, grim and opaque with intentions hidden;
Was she vindictive over our annoying childhood pranks
Or victorious in her power to patronise and subdue us?
Wonder would we, long after, on her tales, minds filled
And heart heavy with weird pictures of evil dead; animals
In the museum coming to live, behaving in amazing ways
And of monoliths moving to open ways for monsters
To crawl out from the dark dungeons of the earth.
These were just prelude; the more terrifying accounts
Would pour down as the night darkness intensified.
Held terrorised of vicious blood suckers sneaking in
through opening of windows on sudden gusts of wind,
Tightly we would grip each other, my sisters would cry.
One day, the climax was attained; nanny was a witch!
Peeped did the moon on us, in time finding us solace.
“The night is darkest before dawn.’ Mamma would say.
Shot a shining star, mamma it was, her light gave us
Strength and to nanny we rushed, pushed her with a blow.
Out of the window she flew, turning to a coward crow!
Date:16/07/16 (24 lines)
Contest: Make a poem*2 (using 21 words provided)
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Sunita U.D Palawon | Year Posted 2016
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