This one is another written for the Spoken Word night at the Exhibition, and i rather like it – i’m aware that it plays on alot of cliches but sometimes that’s good fun! It’s basically just playing on the slight jumpiness that most people have when they’re home alone or are overtired etc etc.
I am a sceptic, a cynic & a disbeliever
though I still check for monsters
underneath the bed.
Or worry about that extra shadow
that wasn’t there
or has no reason to be
no extra light
just an extra… me?
That should not be.
Ready to jump or strike
when I least expect it
Grand shadow demons
made of coats or scarves
claws as chill seeps through battered windowframe
an echo of the dark
Not quite like Bat or Fox or Owl
but ethereal and close to heart.
There is a monster in the wardrobe
footsteps rattle on the roof
there’s presence in the silence
a sense of looming doom
Shattering in an instant
When morning somehow… Blooms.