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Day 23 | April Poetry Month Challenge | Creature(s)

WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉

Overall theme 'The Great Escape'.


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Day 23 | April 23rd | Creature(s)


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Linda Pedley
Linda Pedley
Apr 26, 2020

23. Creature(s)


Double feature at the drive-in

Not my first choice in shows

But I give in to be with you

Waiting so long, heaven knows.

Snuggled up close all warm and cozy

We settle in for the all-night theater

Speaker at the window tuned just right

An arm, hot coffee, blanket our heater.

A frightening scene – I shift – surprised

A comforting hand upon my shoulder

Although it's now all calm and quiet

I think my date is getting bolder.

“No, not here – too much in open

My breasts are not the double feature

He sighs – we laugh – I realize

The movie star not the only creature.


(c) Linda J. Pedley 04/26/2020

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lawrence.jar94
lawrence.jar94
Apr 24, 2020

Creature

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Words you give me to speak,

Words fit-and-sized to a mouthpiece.

Say it right, you freak,

Let it roll off your tongue, and I might give you a new lease

To this life, the one you don’t deserve.

The one you tell me is yours, and yours alone,

As if your words were the better to learn

Than the person, the creature, that is my own.

Look me in these eyes dark and dismal,

Behind this face held in snarl-and-growl;

Do you see the thing that you have made, a mangy rascal

Of a dog fed up to howl.

To howl at the night, like those grey wolves of story,

But I can tell you, friend, that I…


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Creatures

The house grows dark

No light

Not even a spark

I hate the night

Creepy noises begin

Tapping on the glass

Hope they do not come in

Wish I could sleep fast

Growling coming from the floor

Is it under my bed?

Was that scratching at my door?

Under covers I hide my head

How many creatures are there?

Do I look?

Do I dare?

Maybe I’ll be cooked

What the heck

I take a peek

Wouldn’t hurt to check

Hate feeling weak

Shadows on the wall

Looking scary

Must be ten feet tall

I feel wary

“Mommy!”

I scream

“Tommy!

It’s not what it seems”

She turned on the light

Nothing there; not a peep

Hated to admit…

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