Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

The Night Visitor

Tired I betake myself to bed.
The countryside is much too dark tonight.
Harbinger of a storm.
Who cares! Let it do its worst.
Rumbles and lightning affect me not.
I'm so exhausted I doubt I'll hear
the reverberating thunder overhead.
 
Suddenly I wake up.  I hear a call, a scream.
The house is dark and spooky,
the call echoes all around the place.
It chills my arthritic bones.
I'm scared to move
as footsteps plod on steadily near.
The door opens.....
Is it a ghost?  Is it transparent?
Where is it's glow?  All is dark.
I peer into the doorway.

My son looks at me tear eyed
He is afraid of the storm.
Jumps on the bed and snuggles up to me.
Welcome  happy dreams.

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Linda Milgate November 13, 2020 at 12:05 AM nice Halloween poem, safe from covid and warm and snuggly.

Eve Roper November 12, 2020 at 7:40 PM Peaceful place in a parents arms. Nicely done, Victor. Hugs Eve

Mystic Rose Rose November 12, 2020 at 9:36 AM Sometimes when we have children to protect we become so much braver don't we, you must have been a good day, Love and light,

Angela Crabtree November 12, 2020 at 9:31 AM Back to read this one again, Victor. Such a great write :)

Linda Alice Fowler November 12, 2020 at 6:17 AM Such a sweet and sentimental read Victor. Our dreams sometimes project our fondest memories. :) Linda

Constance La France November 12, 2020 at 6:01 AM Victor, oh this is a sweet poem, I am scared of storms too, I never out grew that, my cat Snuggles trembles she is so afaid _Constance

Sara Kendrick November 12, 2020 at 4:23 AM Ahhh!! It is good that he found a place of comfort. I am sure there are many children awakened to the rumble and are terrified. I have had dogs who are terrified of bad weather and it is really bad for them. My children mostly did not even wake up. Sound sleepers like their father. Now some of them can't sleep like me. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara

Anne-Lise Andresen November 12, 2020 at 1:04 AM - A pleasant time to think back on ... when the children seek comfort on a "scary night" ... a lovely poem, Victor :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Harry Horsman November 11, 2020 at 10:38 PM So you are the guardian Angel after all. Love the poem, Victor, but like you not the arthritis.

Akkina Downing November 11, 2020 at 8:42 PM Oh this just brought memories of those spooky nights. Great poem, Vic :)

Evelyn Judy Buehler November 11, 2020 at 7:51 PM Children can bring such joy. Even on the worst of nights! I loved this spooky poem, Victor. :)

Kim Rodrigues November 11, 2020 at 6:07 PM Aww! From apathetic to a nightmare to snuggles. Snuggles are the best way to recover.

Angela Crabtree November 11, 2020 at 3:13 PM Very spooky story, Victor. You are truly an expert at writing these. I wish we could use emoji's on here :)

Alexis Y. November 11, 2020 at 10:28 AM WoW! Victor, You are a master story teller. I was drawn to your every word. No one likes to be awakened for their sleep , especially when they have had a long day. I was hanging on the edge of my seat, I didn’t know what to expect. Who could the night visit be? When the night visitor was revealed it was a pleasant surprise. Great story telling my. Have a wonderful day:-) Alexis

Tom Cunningham November 11, 2020 at 10:28 AM That brought back memories Victor, thankfully always a happy ending. Tom

Susan Ashley November 11, 2020 at 9:09 AM The little night visitor, indeed! I remember those days fondly, Victor. I love the spooky tone and intriguing spirit of your poem with its lovely end twist of the warm promise of happy dreams. Your imagery and poetic expression captivates me. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan