The Monster, The Child and Me.

The Monster, The Child and Me.

A Poem by Bryony Burns
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This is one of my poems that I perform/tell for my 'Adult Fairytales'.

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The Bigger Madder Monster is stepping down my hall,
With suffer and stink and sulphuric dust throughout the day and the long nightfall.
His polymorphic shapes change like my fear would, like a ghost.
Who do I fear,
Who do I fear, say;
Who do I fear the most?


My Tyrant of “Not Good Enough”, “You Liar” (that’s me) and “Too Fat”,
Of “Never on time”, “Not To Be Trusted”, “Shameful thing” and I am and I’m a ‘That’.
The Monster knows me far too well and his breath smells like burnt toast.
Who do I fear,
Who do I fear, say;
Who do I fear the most?


Later on from deep down in my cellar I can hear his venomous ranting bile,
And even during my torture he looks down on me with an almost human smile.
“Once I was a prisoner” he hisses bitterly “but now you can be my Sunday roast!”.
Who do I fear,
Who do I fear, say;
Who do I fear the most?

And when he comes to realize my soul stays intact and fantastically divine,
He will search and find a thing that will surely completely break that heart of mine.
Then he will reach and wind, touch and moan that I am what he desires the most.
Who do I fear,
Who do I fear, say;
Who do I fear the most?


I have disappeared, been muffled away, nobody can find me here anymore,
Been devoured by the largest Monster and thrown in hell on earth galore.
And he keeps screaming, raging, thrashing in his self contrived bullpen.
For who will I,
For who will I, say;
For who will I exist again?


The rustling, the trees, the water, the timelessness,
My hair grows, is cut of, the forever loneliness,
The clattering, the dreaming, the talk, the feast,
My body in bloom, even in the den of the beast,
The food, the laughing, the beauty, the stand-off,
Unfaltering, uncaring because I cannot get rid of…
But you later, my child, my all, my love, my treasury,
Will exist, shall grow and bloom safely with me.

© 2011 Bryony Burns


Author's Note

Bryony Burns
This is a poem/story for ‘Adult Fairytales’. Obviously not very suitable for kids, or could it be? What do you think

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Bryony Burns
Bryony Burns

The Hague , South Holland, Netherlands



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