Something comes creeping
Through the dark night
I look from my window
But it's just out of sight!
Something comes knocking
Knocking at my door
I turn the handle... slowly
But, it's there no more!
Something comes crawling
Crawling so slow
Shall I turn to look?
I no longer know!
Something is breathing
Under my bed!
I dare not look
'case it looks dead!
Something is touching
Touching my hair!
I'm turning to look
'cos I know it's not ther...?
Thanks Stephen G!
'What else does flesh do?' well mine tends to wobble quite a bit at the moment ☺️
Something wobbles
Wobbles the flesh
Food is its king
Whether rotten, or fresh!
Fine,effective poem. Makes the flesh creep (p.s. what else does flesh do?).
Thanks for the comments Nigel,
A.G. it only knibbled on the fat I've put on since lockdown, so, not too bad.☺️
Thank you Aviva?
And Jennifer, I only know simple language ?
(&, er...it's the mushrooms, as per my earlier poem, Strange Old Day ? say nothing)
And thanks for all the Likes everyone! ??
Decidedly spooky! Very cleverly writtten in simple language with 'creeping, crawling, breathing, touching' used very effectively. (Between you and me, perhaps the stuff you're being sold isn't best Afghan?)
Jennifer
Spooky and Amusing at the same time.
A Girl
Fri 5th Mar 2021 23:45
Great fun! Especially reading it in the middle of the night...
Ps. Did it eat you?
AG
Definitely nothing...or was it something... ?
Something or nothing
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Stephen Gospage
Mon 8th Mar 2021 15:28
Yes, Stephen A, flesh is unfortunately very versatile!