Hyde and Seek
In my youth my friends and I,
When we were of a mind,
Played little games, amused ourselves,
Were seekers of a kind,
But then grew old and cynical,
Unable to unwind
The fright of not just how or when,
But whom, we feared to find.
Things of which one ought to be scairt
The fretful Porpentine, I hear,
Grows scarier from year to year,
No less than Jabberwocks and ghouls
That frighten us and make us fools,
And like Godzilla and his ilk,
Make desperate for hugs, warm milk
And night-lights, all us children who
Are scaredy-cats, like me. And you?
Art-Colored Glasses 
gorgeous poems,I am going to read them to my nephew, esp the last one! c
I am honored that the great storyteller among us likes these! Glad to have them shared.
xoxo
Reblogged this on Conceptual Art.
Many thanks for the reblog! I appreciate it deeply.
🙂
Kathryn
Perfect nightcap for my day, Kathryn. Considerate of you to “make it a double.”
Isn’t nearly *everything* good bettered by its doubling?! I’m glad you enjoyed. 🙂
Marvelous!
Is the night-light in my hallway *really* so that I don’t trip over the dog in the night?
I’ll never tell… 😉
Hmmm. I guess I ought to reassess why it might be that I have nightlights ALL OVER our house!! 😀
Great poems, Kathryn!
Thank you, dear Ted! I’m happy you enjoyed them. 🙂
Nowadays, ain’t nothing gonna getcha in the porpentine pitch black dark that don’t just as soon wanna come out & beat your face off in full daylight!
It’s the scariness of the real world that makes me appreciate fictional frights and their being ‘controllable’ so much!