Greetings, dearest Toads! Welcome to another Sunday Mini-Challenge. Grab your muse and let’s explore uncanny poetry… with youngsters in it. Children can be delightfully creepy. The same can be said of some of the lullabies we sing to them, and of many of the nursery rhymes they like to sing amongst themselves. Remember the cute:
“Ring-a-round the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,
We all fall down.”
What’s sweeter than a rosie and a bunch of posies in spring? Very few things, I’m sure. But that double shot of ashes is just eerie. One of my favorites—and a much (much!) darker bone chiller—appears in Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle:
“Merricat, said Constance, would you like a cup of tea?
Oh no, said Merricat, you’ll poison me.
Merricat, said Constance, would you like me to go to sleep?
Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!”
Both the motif and tone of these lines make me blink a few extra times. For today’s challenge, I’m looking for seemingly sweet lullaby-like poems, which ooze this sort of creepiness. Craft them fun, write them dark, make my inner-giggling-child want to run far, far, far.
Detail from the cover of We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Please, feed Mr. Linky (below) with the direct link to your poem.
Visit other Toads. Their poems want to sing to you, really.