My attempt at children’s poetry since I work a lot with children, and wanted to see if I could cater my writing to that audience.
Midnight Woods
Come my child,
Have you heard the tale of the midnight woods?
Well listen tight you should.
Tis a place no humans are found alive.
Where the magic brims and creatures thrive.
Nightshade, belladonna and hemlock you’ll find here
Of all the plants you should stay clear.
They grow on branches.
They grow on vines.
They grow out of big black pots at times.
Stirred by the critters in their pointy hats,
Who use the magic of their habitat.
To brew potions.
To cast spells.
To make a home of the place they dwell.
In the woods it is never day,
The monsters that live here prefer it that way.
They stomp and shuffle in the dark.
Breaking branches, leaving marks.
The ground is laced with an icky goop.
It’s thick and blue.
Be careful!
Or it might swallow you.
The woods are covered.
Their world unseen.
Obscured by a smoke of purple and green.
So my child,
Lend me an ear.
So you can avoid these woods
Filled with fear.
Close your eyes.
Repeat after me.
“I am strong.
I am brave.
I have things I fear
and that’s okay.”
Now open your eyes.
Let out a sigh.
The world is scary,
I cannot deny.
One day you might find yourself
In a frightening place.
It could be this forest, it could be a cave.
Wherever you find yourself,
There is something to know.
Words to keep with you
wherever you go.
You are strong.
You are brave.
You have things you fear
and that’s okay.
No matter your fears
big or small.
You are brave enough
to face them all.
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