Thursday, April 19, 2018


When I was a girl, the boogeyman
scratched lightly at my window.
When I was a girl, spring young and sweet,
I let the boogeyman in.
Wild from winter wander,
he made canopy of the covers.
And the girl I was when I was a girl
was never seen again.

Inspired by my childhood fear of my canopy bed and written for Real Toads.


brudberg said...

This is such a strong poem on loss of innocence.

ash said...

This is do cool, MZ! I love it!!!

I had one of those beds. And I also thought it was safe to let Daddy in. Boy was I misguided. So I buried that little girl deep in the ground to keep him from continuing to hurt her. Now they're both buried.

Fireblossom said...

Oh I like this.

Margaret said...

a poem I don't want to like yet it will definitely linger. Very well done.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

You capture the fear so well! Powerfully penned.

willow_switches said...

some coverings are never safe shelters

exceptionally powerfully written

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Despite the lovely words, this is both matter-of-fact and (therefore all the more) shocking. It makes a powerful impact.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This becomes a metaphor for loss of innocence in a most unique way.

grapeling said...

MZ, you continually and consistently wield a razor-eyed pen ~