Monster

And without further ado, here’s our daily (optional) prompt. For this challenge, start by reading Marlanda Dekine’s poem “My Grandma Told Stories or Cautionary Tales.” One common feature of childhood is the monsters. The ones under the bed or in the closet; the odd local monsters that other kids swear roam the creek at night, or that parents say wait to steal away naughty children that don’t go to bed on time. Now, cast your mind back to your own childhood and write a poem about something that scared you – or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you (if only a little bit) today.

I can’t remember there being many monsters in my childhood. One I do remember, however, is my little sister’s imaginary friend, Sara Clara.

Seven years younger than us,
Left alone
She comforted you

We laughed when we
were asked by you
to make space for her
in the back seat
on family holidays

Now, I feel bad
That you needed her.
Because we weren't there?

I admit, I was scared, a
little. Sara Clara