“I’m the thing monsters have nightmares about.”
– Buffy the Vampire Slayer
..
Do monsters dream? A swirl of stakes
and garlic and revealing mirrors and
silver bullets? Are talons sharpened on
the wool of counted sheep? Howl at that
dark bloody moon, and find yourself
at midnight center, bled to sky. Which
of us is the real monster in this way
-ward place? You? The moon? Or I?
..
Prompted by Toads.
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I am in love with the way this sounds read out loud. Such gorgeous imagery.
I absolutely agree! ❤️ You certainly have a way with words, De!❤️
Sleepless monsters counting sheep. You’re weird! (me too)
Such a glorious final question. Monsters are so difficult to define these days… too many of them hide their fangs, quiet their hows and hold back from eating other people (while someone is looking).
This is my kind of poem, De! Good questions, especially:
‘…Are talons sharpened on
the wool of counted sheep?…’
and
‘… Which
of us is the real monster in this way
-ward place? You? The moon? Or I?’
I love the final question.. it takes the description to a whole new level.
This bane is a vane of wry allusions, all asking if there’s a monster in the mirror, then what am I? Loved it.
The monster is in the eye of the beholder. Great poem.
Love the changed perspective in this… of course the garlic and the holy water and a silver bullet, but the counting sheep 🙂
“Do monsters dream?” Can’t help thinking of the real monsters among us… do they dream? What scares them? Outstanding De
and I wonder if those dreams scare them too
Monsters are the stuff of nighmares … and yes, they roam among us.