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Fear to Nothing
by Heide McAlister-BatesAs a child, I feared the dark.
Spectres hid in the shadows.
Monsters of various description
lived under my bed.
Banshees screamed in the wind
that blew through open windows.
You banished the ghouls
from my room.
You closed the window
against them.
You stayed with me
until I slept.
You kept me safe.
Now I'm grown,
and you are gone.
I lie in my bed,
with windows wide open,
wishing you would
haunt me. 04/18/2005 Posted on 04/18/2005
Copyright © 2024 Heide McAlister-Bates
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/18/05 at 05:21 PM ...heide, mmmm good twist o' words...and i think i get it...lovely tribute to ???mom, dad, older sib...it's a wonderful description of any of us ...since we're born at a young age nahahaha, anyway heide, i really like this poem...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 04/20/05 at 08:58 PM Heide, I think you've taken this subject and written about it beautifully. I often leave my windows wide open ... wishing for the same. |
| Posted by Jacki M Butler on 04/21/05 at 10:39 PM I can connect so well with you in the piece. Excellent work |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/22/05 at 12:39 AM Heide, this brings back so many memories! Sometimes even as an adult, I wish for my mother's arms around me to soothe goblins haunting both my days and nights. You express it so well. Good work!
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/23/05 at 01:50 PM Beautiful association and a lovely tribute. |
| Posted by John Nivel on 06/23/05 at 08:28 PM Reminds me of the moors (or was it the cemetary?) in Great Expectations. |
| Posted by John Nivel on 06/23/05 at 08:30 PM Sorry. Misspelled "cemetery." |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 08/26/05 at 04:06 PM That's beautiful. Made me smile again. |
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