I don’t want morning to come.
The sun will call the dragon
that the night had lulled to sleep.

But day!
Day will bring me face to face with the beast –
stomping, snarling, roaring
in one hissy fit.

Where is the angel who I first laid eyes on?
The dragon had usurped his soul
and put him under its spell.

I find myself on my knees
crying in despair
eyes bright with a little hope and a little prayer –
perhaps my tears could petrify the beast
strengthen the angel, rouse him from his sleep.

Morning comes …

who shall I meet?

my knees quake
I want to retreat.

I won’t retreat.


For dVERSE Poets’ Poetics Prompt – Monster.  Do visit the Pub for some poetry party and fun. 🙂

8 thoughts on “POETICS: MONSTER

  1. interesting that the monsters come with the sun…those seem to be very realistic fears that can be escaped for a bit under the cloak of night but return with the morning… ugh…but being on the knees and praying has tamed many a monsters for me…so def. a good thing

  2. Aw. Yes, understandable. Children are like monsters in the morning; we work so hard to tame them at night just so they wake up roaring.

  3. mmm feel your emotions in this one…that anticipation of the monsters…and even when the morning comes, not in the night as would usually expect. i do know that prayer works though…when it comes to monsters.

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