Write Under the Moon

Here There Be Monsters …

Poetry of beds not checked under

Peculiar Julia
Write Under the Moon
2 min readSep 17, 2024

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a frightened looking soft toy, tucked up in bed.
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

The bear beneath my bed growls
like a hungry stomach.
A spindly fire hazard in my nylon frock,
I try to wriggle from the covers to look below.
But I am sandwiched down
between my sheets
which smell of fresh fine
Sunday laundry
and a clean room.

I should have been more careful
in tidying my toys
instead of dancing in my story head.
I should have remembered
the most important safety rule:

“Let no ted be left behind”.

Perhaps, my panda, or Mr Blue
could intervene?
Or Wombley might expect to be in charge?
Friendships are so complicated,
don’t you think?
I thought everything looked so good…
Spick and span and right as rain…
Is it too late for regrets?
No sleep tonight…
And tomorrow there is school.

Julia Kantic 2024

Inspired by this prompt during the NaPoWriMo madness.

Big thanks to pockett dessert for editing, and Write Under the Moon for all they do.

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Peculiar Julia
Write Under the Moon

Writer of poetry, prose, & the occasional rant. I feed the monsters under my bed story cake & poem pastries. What do you feed them? linktr.ee/peculiarjulia