POEM STARTER
Door shut tightly, might the monsters come.
Write a poem which ends with this line. You may wish to interpret the 'monsters’ metaphorically rather than literally.
Bye You
Air in my lungs, once alive, now just woe,
This dull life drains, a grey sunset greets me,
Betwixt the oaks, ring o’ mushrooms aglow,
It’s beckoning me near, no time to flee,
I swear, I can feel the Spanish moss’s stares,
Leaves curled like a beard, glowing eyes appear;
“Would you like to leave?”, a deep voice declares,
Guarding the fairy ring, his face brings fear,
“Don’t panic, mortal. ‘Tis I, Père Malfait”,
Arms come from the trees, grasping and twisting,
Père taps the soil thrice, ‘shrooms form a doorway,
Lights and sounds from below, “Stop resisting.”
World of fae, tempting and sweet like a plum,
Strange door shut tightly, might the monsters come.
You are so good at twisting the words in ways that make me want to keep reading. Your work is captivating and mysterious. It’s so good!!!!!
Loving the witchy vibes, amazing work!
This poem has a great sense of mystery and plot, and the use of dark images creates a very atmospheric and lunatic tone. The final verse is a strong conclusion to the poem, and leaves the reader with a sense of premonition and anticipation for what could come next. Overall, it is a well-thought-out and engaging poem, with a strong sense of narrative and imagery.
