In the night…
Funny how monsters always come out of the dark. They are huge, spikey, or furry, look like giant animals or insects. With mouthparts from squids or tapeworms, and massive claws.
In stories, someone brave, normally male, but more frequently female these days, stands up against the monster and wins the day. Usually after recovering from several setbacks, and getting injured in the final fight.
So why, when it comes to it, are we fighting a tiny virus? Not zombies. And it’s happening in daylight, morning, evening and night. A virus far tinier than bacteria. Basically some RNA (ribo nucleic acid) wrapped in a coating. It invades your cells and uses them to replicate. The disease happens because your body fights back and damages the bodies cells. Touching infected surfaces and then your mouth or nose infects you.
So a tiny virus, a giant monster. I know which one I’d rather fight. See you down by the woods tonight.
your tangled locks draw me in,
tugging my eyes to my phone,
turning me to stone.
release me soon,
I need to eat,
sleep, rest from your steely stare.
rigid in your bright light
hand glued to device,
ears closed to the world.
It wasn’t a cloud, but the dark shape was reaching out, obscuring the moon. Something that had eyes, that twinkled in the moonlight. Something that had hands or arms to grab, what? The moon is a quarter of a million miles away. The object must either be close to Earth and not that big, or if it was close enough to capture the Moon then it would be millions of miles across.
Suddenly the light was blotted out. The huge shape turned and fled, the moon was gone. Its gravitational power gone too. Earth, which had its North and South poles tipped away from the vertical by a celestial accident in the past, now started to twist and dip. The planet becoming unstable and dangerous. People could only try to survive, and make signs and march to the chant ‘bring back our moon’. But nothing happened…..
The spark of life
Shocked through its body
Sparks gleamed in its eyes
Blue flame shot from its fingers and toes.
Electricity crackled in its ears.
As the power lever swung upwards
The body slowly rose.
Bending jerkily at its waist,
Then it swivelled
Feet sizzling as they touched
The metal floor
The Poetry Monster was born.