Friday, June 18, 2021 Imagination in the Dark

I’ve got a busy day today – no time to write anything for Fiction Friday. Of course, I really should be writing those pieces ahead of time, but let’s move on. I’ll share instead a poem I wrote sometime during my college years.

Remember when
shadows spelled words
and creaks were footsteps
Sirens always sent
jailbirds up the wall
knocking on my window
or dark shapes
in the closet
seemed to move to
make me shudder
with delightful fright.
Me, always prepared with
ten thousand blueprint
escape flights
of genius intricacy.
Just when
muscles tensed to jump –
Hall light
ran under my door
exposing the jungle
only my bedroom
and me safe…
But ready
for the next attack.

Ha ha – that really was me when I was a child. My imagination always took over when I was in bed and I did, actually, run through ways I could escape if that criminal did get into my bedroom, or the monster in the closet came out. Admit it – you did, too.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning while doing penance for not having a fiction piece ready to publish.