For today's prompt, I would like you to contemplate the idea of the childhood boogeyman. This is as wide open to your interpretation as you'd like. Feel free to really go wild with this. As always stop by your fellow poets and show they a little love to comfort them after contemplating the things that go bump in the night.
One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.
Friday, April 28, 2017
Children can have very vivid imaginations - I know I did when I was young. They can conjure up fanciful notions to delight themselves or scare themselves silly. Most kids have at least one thing they fear. Some kids fear bugs. Some fear the dark. And some don't have a real name for what it is they fear waits for them in the dark. But they know it's out there. Sometimes it goes by a name - the boogeyman.