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
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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