The Blackout Creature

My nightly ritual as a child was to shut the closet door,
to bar the blackout creature from creeping across the floor
and crawling under my narrow bed, grabbing my exposed parts

My imaginative child’s mind reeled with dark spectral visions
of slithering crawling monsters lurking in the shadowy night,
looking for a tasty human morsel like my tiny toes, to bite

Though I may be old now some habits are hard to break
I still close the closet door and keep my limbs covered,
for who knows what lies without, what may be hovering
within this creative poet’s mind and what it can create!

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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24 Comments on “The Blackout Creature

  1. I had the fear of something under the bed when I was a child and as in the poem, there are still times I feel a little strange when in a new bed 🙂 Love this, it brings back memories 🙂

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  2. I was once scared of the under the bed monster. My father came in with a flashlight and crawled under the bed with it and then had me do the same. I was amazed. There was no one there! This are monsters destroyed by light and understanding.

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  3. Aah yes as children we do tend to have wild imaginations 😊 I used to picture myself as a superhero fighting villians haha ❤❤

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  4. I think your black-out creature, and my dark-dweller came from the same universe. Ugh. You evoked it well.

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  5. Thanks for sharing, Linda. The first thing my younger sister does when she goes to bed is to look under her bed.
    ..

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