The inspiration in the words of a child

The monster is coming.

Hide in the trees.

 

Waiting and waiting but not to be found.

 

I ask, Is he still here?

Yes.

 

We hide in the bush.

couched low to the ground, listening.

 

I ask again, Is he still here?

Yes.

 

We hide in his house.

A big wooded house.

It echos and creaks.

Surely we will hear the bedlam of this beast.

 

But only silence surrounds.

 

Is he still here?

No, she says.

 

I saved him.

He was a nice monster.

I kissed him.

Now he is gone.

 

 

 

(I wrote this poem with the inspiration of an imagination game I played with Chloe and Charlotte yesterday.

While we were on our walk they started this story about a monster coming after us.

After when thinking about their story, I noticed how deep it all sounded.

'I saved him, I kissed him, now he is gone'

Wow.)

 

 

 

 

Much love,

 

Jessica