Scarlett Treat (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)
Still Night
In the still night,
In the deepest, darkest night,
Where there is no night....
Monsters lurk.
In the still night, where
Not even a streetlight cast shadows,
Where there is no moonlight...
Monsters lurk.
In the still night,
in the darkest night,
Under the sheltering trees...
Monsters lurk...
For where there is no light,
In the deepest, darkest night
Where there's not even candlelight,
Monsters lurk!
In the deepest, darkest night,
Where there is no light...
Under my bed, or in my head - -
Monsters lurk!
Scarlett Treat
March 6,2008
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Hi there Ms. Scarlett! ! I love this it reminds me of Shel Silverstein! ! ! Thank you for sharing with me!
This one's creepy-good, Scarlett. Well done. Larry
Ahhh don't be scared...it's only a monster love.
love Donall Donall
I shall not sleep peacefully tonight, having read this one Scarlett. I shall see monsters everywhere. Jeepers! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Under my bed Eh! Oh, I hope not! ! ! !
A monster of a poem and a great read.
Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This is lovely and 'wish my kids were small enough still that I could have fun with this one with them'!
Thanks to Dearest Tara...that last verse was created for her Monsters!
I like this. A lot. I read it as the monsters being all in one's own head. t x
Ah yes, monsters lurk everywhere when you are a child. I saw them,
my kids saw them and now my grandkids. Even when they can't hardly
talk they still find a way to convey 'monster! ' Great poem, Scarlett!
Marilyn