Fearsome

Fearsome

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw
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(Bedtime fairy tales)

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Can you remember fairy tales,
read out aloud when you were young?
So scary that you couldn't sleep,
that kept you counting random sheep
until exhausted you would fall
like Humpty Dumpty off the wall.

So frightful that you lived the fear,
wide-eyed you'd hide behind a sheet
to peep out when you felt it safe.
Your body pump would skip a beat,
but still you'd beg, in fact implore
for Dad to read you more and more.

The splinter in the Ice Queen's heart,
that ice shard penetrated deep,
impaled inside my porous mind,
that froze my tear ducts so I'd find
I couldn't shed a drop to cry
however hard I seemed to try.

And then the nightmares crimson bright,
red shoes would wake me in the night,
so weary but I must go on.
The dancing vivid in my dreams
drew forth the axe man, chop, chop, chop,
who'd sever feet should I dare stop.

© 2019 Christine Anne Shaw


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A very vividly illustrated poem that took me through my own childhood fears and the fun and thrill of reading and exchanging scary tales. This reader could relive some thrilling parts of her childhood through your words and reading this imaginative poem was such a delightful treat! 💕

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Many thanks DIVYA. I used to get a thrill out of being scared stiff when I was young. Some of those .. read more
DIVYA

4 Months Ago

Indeed Chris! And yet we couldn’t resist listening to them! We have some grisly ones here too. read more
Hayley

4 Months Ago

Wow, I love this! The references are clear and obvious and yet so beautifully written, they don't fe.. read more



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Christine -
As a teacher I would sometimes get into discussions with my students about their fears. Of course they loved to relate theirs and hear about mine, especially the ones I had as a child. When they would give off that "nervous laugh' I knew they were there too. Checking under the bed for the monster. Making sure the closet door was shut tight. But the best safeguard of all was going to sleep with your head under the covers. Everyone knew that the monsters weren't allowed to get you if your head was under the covers. The screams of approval for this one was overwhelming.
Take care - Dave

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

I love your response Dave. I used to do that too, stick my head under the pillow and cross my finger.. read more
I hated when it was so warm in summer, all I need was just a sheet, or nothing. Felt like I had no protection. Preferred the protect of a winter quilt. And had better sleep in winter.

Thanks for the memories here.

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Oh yes, thick blankets in winter did give some protection. Sometimes we had overcoats on the bed too.. read more
i love it so much, it made my mind drift to the past, the time when i was a kid and father would tell stories about the Trojans and the love Paris to Helen, and stories that I love best in books. I love the flow and the rhimes, and I've never read this way of writing before.

I love that I'm learning each day as I traverse through the profile of writers in this site. Thank you for sharing this poetry.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Dear Marcus Anthony, I do appreciate your response. I am so pleased it reminded you about your child.. read more
There is a wonderful rhythm in this poem and a playful tone that immediately brings one back to childhood days of fairy tales and fantasy. A great way to end a busy day of adult errands and chores. Thank you for sharing your words and creativity. I really enjoyed this write!

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Dear Dara, many thanks for your visit and for sharing your thoughts. All good wishes. Much appreciat.. read more
Lovely poem that took me back to the childhood and those stories read to me by my mother. Though dreadful but are always loved by all the children and every night we (children) eager for a new story. I Loved this poem as it took me through my childhood!

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thank you so much for your visit Mihika_d. You are very welcome. I appreciate your thoughts on this .. read more
I love the old tales. I like them in the original form. Those tales of old. Never get old. Thank you dear Chris for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Many thanks Coyote for your visit. I remember those old fairy tales so well. All good wishes.
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It makes you wonder if fatigue was to blame for Humpty's fall. I don't recall fairy tales but I do recall reading Tom Sawyer as a kid. Come to think of it, Alice in Wonderland may have been briefly read to me before I read the rest of it.

"One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small..."

A well-told tale here, Chris. :)

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thanks Tim. I was read Hans Christian Anderson as well as Grimm, s fairy tales. They were grim as we.. read more
This is a delightful poem about that heartwarming happening. Young minds are like sponges for information but are impressionable, too. A bit frightening but loads of fun, bless the parents who care enough to read to their children.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Hello Sam, yes the stories were frightening but you just couldn't help but listen. Thank you so much.. read more
oh my goodness ... shame on your Dad for scaring you so ;)))))))))) how nice to be taken back to those days Christine ...Nursery Rhymes of all kinds ... me own Da use to make up hunting stories about him and me Grand Da ... getting snowed in .. bears in the woods ... deathly cold .. that sort of thing ... a precious gift says i ..to have a childhood with such memories .. peace and joy my friend!
E.
ps. i especially like your "axe man" chop chop chop ... oh noooooooooo not me toes!!!! :)

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Oh yes, and how they turned those seven into something quite pornographic. Poor Snow White. What min.. read more
Einstein Noodle

4 Months Ago

ahahahahahahha such a jolly belly laugh you have given me ... with that i bid you and the Cafe' adie.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

: ))) ..........................
I still shudder when I think of some of those fairy tales and nursery rhymes even... blood thirsty or what...

Thanks for bringing on another bout of Poetic Trauma Stress Disorder... :)

Posted 4 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Neville Pettitt

4 Months Ago

apparently we are starting with champagne.. but the red shall follow, for sure.. cheers :)
Christine Anne Shaw

4 Months Ago

Must be important visitors to be toasted with champagne :) Yes, revert to the good old red when the .. read more
Neville Pettitt

4 Months Ago

............. :)

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Christine Anne Shaw
Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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