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Hungry Monsters Under the Bed

hungry monsters under the bed are creeping

              rumbling bellies hoping for something crunchy

                    crouching creatures waiting for quiet sleeping--

                          MOMMY AND DADDY!!!!





January 18, 2019

childhoodfearsapphic stanza

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Andrew Fairchild

February 12, 2019 at 2:30 AM

I like this one! So down to earth, funny and yet evoking a certain feeling of sadness, perhaps a longing for the days when our parents were there to turn on the light, when we were afraid. Very Sweet!

P.S. Awtry

February 12, 2019 at 2:36 PM

Thank you Andrew. I was trying to figure out the sapphic thing and this tune sort of got in my head... that and I have a 3 year old granddaughter who has awakened my inner toddler :)

Geoffrey Brewer

February 3, 2019 at 3:12 PM

This is all too real. I may leave the light on tonight! Nice one, P.S.

P.S. Awtry

February 3, 2019 at 3:24 PM

Thank you Geoffrey... sorry if I spooked you ;)

Michelle Faulkner

January 22, 2019 at 2:38 PM

Sets the mood well, so evocative!

P.S. Awtry

January 22, 2019 at 2:42 PM

Thank you, Michelle for the feedback. I appreciate your visit :)

CayCay Godwin

January 20, 2019 at 12:23 PM

Very GOOD! I remember those nights as though they were recent. I just knew if I kept all my parts covered, I could not be stabbed, but I remember that daring and frightening run into my parent's bed. This poem is 'nostalgic' and accurate, and it was a joy to read. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

P.S. Awtry

January 20, 2019 at 1:06 PM

Thank you Cay Cay :). Playing with that form and kinda got this tune in my head... I am glad you liked it!

Gershon Wolf

January 19, 2019 at 9:07 PM

Ah, I (think that I) remember those days all too well. Now that they're grown, I miss the 'good old days' when my 'hungry monsters rumbled under my bed.' Alas, 'we don't know what we've got till it's gone,' as Joni Mitchell penned and sang back in the '70's... Very thought-provoking write, P.S! Best wishes, Gershon

P.S. Awtry

January 19, 2019 at 9:30 PM

Yes it’s magic especially in the remembering :)