Write Under the Moon
Here There Be Monsters …
Poetry of beds not checked under
The bear beneath my bed growls
ㅤlike 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
ㅤbetween my sheets
ㅤwhich smell of fresh fine
ㅤSunday laundry
ㅤand a clean room.
I should have been more careful
ㅤin tidying my toys
ㅤinstead of dancing in my story head.
I should have remembered
ㅤthe most important safety rule:
ㅤ“Let no ted be left behind”.
Perhaps, my panda, or Mr Blue
ㅤcould intervene?
Or Wombley might expect to be in charge?
Friendships are so complicated,
ㅤdon’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.